Perspective....

Did she not see what she had?
Did she not see what she could lose?
How could she not notice his pain?
I thought i reminded her quite enough for it to set in...
It didn't penetrate her as it did to me.
The thought of him feeling rejected, alone.
sorrow hit him like a bolt, a bolt which always took me down as well.
Always did.
Always has.
He hurts,
I do as suit.
Did she not see him reaching out?
His face hard with distress..
What did she see then?
Didn't she see what she was creating?...
It should not effect me so much
for it to feel almost painful
tangible pain.
too much.
why does it bother me?
It's simple..
I saw what she had
I saw what she could lose.
I saw what she let go of.
I always saw him, and only him.
In all his glory, and majesty
Even when he was hurting he was a beautiful mess indeed.
What a shame to lose such a gift
If only he could know that i always will see him.
If only...
I guess it takes perspective.
Perspective to appreciate things.
To love them.
If only he shared my perspective...