Crumbling with grief I saw you.
Back turned, shoulders hunched
and sobbing for your lost love.
He had left you and he said he
never would, his departure sudden.
Through smiles and tears you told
me of the warmth you shared - me
a stranger, yet stranger no more
as the story of your love evolved.
You touched my soul, you touch me still.
You unburdened you heart to me.
Grief once locked away now liberated,
free to be expressed and tumbling out
willingly, so glad to escape its prison.
My hand, my heart reached out to you
beautiful lady wracked in pain.
You felt guilt and feared you'd neglected
him some way? Yet from your words it
was clear no rebuff, no sin had been
committed, the purity of love was all I saw,
and see now when I think of you and he.
You were his wife in all but name.
You saw him as he was and allowed him
to take off the mask of responsibility.
To enjoy simplicity, the reality of love.
The rest was shallow, immaterial
in comparison, a gilded mask of deception.
His truth was you, the rest a lie, a
carefully staged production performed on
an illusionary stage for cosmetic audience.
The real grief is yours as was the real love.
What a gift you gave him and he returned to you.
So lovely lady feel no guilt, feel only
joy at what you shared, for some can only
ever dream of caring as you cared.