Did I not tend it enough
Did it storm out one night
Slamming the door in a rage
Or trickle out over a decade
Unnoticed and unmissed
Shadows of it remain
I catch glimpses as I watch the nightly news
Refugees, poverty, war
But youths in crashes fill me with rage
Thoughts of parents
Have been replaced with
"Lucky they didn't kill anyone else"
As if compassion can be negated by stupidity
It has gone
And with its absence
I am lessened.