i have given my fair share
someone who rescues –
me from an attractive madness
and from,
an easier and addictive sadness

whose mother’s fate
waited at the school gate
clutching her hurt in one hand
and my bike in the other

that the labelling
and accusations
too me back to a childhood –
i barely survived
i wonder if the flame of compassion –
would flicker and come alive

when shared dreams.
went their separate ways
wen conversation,
finally had nothing left to say