He asked me to stay and I felt exasperation.
He expressed love in the only way he knew how.
I was not moved.
He asked me to reconsider, and it didn’t even seriously occur to me; I was set on my course.
Where he saw love, I saw only fear and risk.
But now I cry for him,
I weep.
The tears well up as if I had not been crying this ten years hence.
When does grief end?