Sam Silva

A Different Kind of Judgement
 
I spent years
silent
in my abuse,
yet reaching out concerned
for all of the love and friendship
in our souls
which was not there.
 
Time comes a million ways
you see
...success is also poverty
...the seeds you sowed
wreaked havoc
on a proud, but weekend state.
 
You learned from my humility
...I learned from my indignity
...the separate apples which we ate
...you imagine some communion which we share!
 
And the truth
about a certain state of grace
is the painful self forgiveness
in a vain and tearful mirror image
in a mildly anguished face
 
...not that you were saved
nor even damned
by the golden paths so paved
 
but that long ago
I simply
ceased to care.

Sam Silva © 2011