Emily
Wanting to Give Thanks
He built the shelf in our garage for his time,
He smiled and attempted to lightly converse,
He showed true kindness, despite the actions in a certain part of his past;
He purchased an expensive item that I did not ask for.
To my shock and self loathing, it did not occur to me to give him thanks;
To my tremendous guilt, he did not have a job to earn money.
At the time, I had no mind or knowledge
Of the dark pieces of his shadowed past.
Those fragments of time I had wondered around about his recent welfare;
The last fragment I had sound of his whereabouts,
I discovered in shock that he was in confinement, punished
For the crimes of his past; his foolish mistakes; his regrets.
Nonetheless, he was already a changed man.
If only I had thought sooner...
If only I can see him once
Just to give my unsaid thanks.
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