Empathy, Heartbreak, Pain, Regret

Regret

I shake at the memory
of doing what
I was sent to do.
My inner voice
my calling
told me to go
where I always said
I would never go.
Go there, and be.
And I did.
And watched him melt
into a fragmented mess
not a man
but a wretch
screaming to leave him alone
in response to my
goodbye.

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