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