There is only one

more sorrowful thing

than to love someone living

a self-fulfilling prophesy

of loss and isolation…

only one more

heart-breaking thing

than to bear witness to

a self-destructing

future…

only one more

hopeless thing than

a need to control

so great in its desperation

that life cannot breathe

through it…

If there is only one more

sorrowful,

more heart-breaking,

hopeless thing…

it is to be the prophet

refusing to allow

love

in.