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I remember your faces,
Tipped down to avoid eye contact,
Expressions blank, except for shadows:
Fear, anxiety, self-loathing, helplessness.
Knowing you had been victim too many times,
I tried to be an island of hope
To balance the scales that had tipped out
Too much cruelty in your direction;
Smiling at you, defending you when necessary.
I treated you as kindly as I felt able--
But it was not enough.
One cool gust of wind doesn't stop
The soul from dying of social heat stroke;
One rare drop of water in a long day
Doesn't prevent dehydration when
Life is cruelly sucked from every cell.
You needed the one thing I would not give:
A caring relationship, genuine friendship,
Rehydration in the face of bullying heat,
Essential fluids to restore what was stolen from you.
I, however, would not risk identifying with you
Lest I sink my own tenuous social standing
And become, permanently, one of you.
I'm sorry I failed you, held back.
If only I could change those years of fire.
Instead we are all doomed now:
You, with memories of desert years, and
I, with everlasting guilt. Because,
In my core, I have always known that
What I did was not enough.
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