I did not mean, to lend some hand…
In better wishes, you can come to understand.
‘That I never meant to walk him there;
In that I had my own pain -my own payment;
he had not a thing to endure, and yet he begged for it-
-sought it, better-
‘as if it were some ‘cure…’
Bear me no more judgment as you come to hear, for –
I have pondered, even if he had felt any such resilience,
-as I had past to comparison, gone to bear.
He had argued in saying “I’ve had plenty my last glance,
-at a life to live, that might be worth nothing.’
And I did not think that such acknowledgement
-would warrant absolute verification…
I am so sorry, my dear… so regretful, in my truth,
For, yes, I may have led him there -obscurely,
But surely, my love,
I never saw him to it.