I Don't Know How You Feel, Not Really
You will never know how I feel.
Not really.
In the same way that I will never know how you feel.
How could I?
I did not love him the way you did.
I did not care for her the way you did.
I did not create and carry and coddle
the dreams you held
for your life together.
The dreams that have been
shattered
broken
battered
and are now bleeding all over the floor
of the Universe.
I will never really know how you feel.
But if you decide to trust me
which must be hard-earned
and not given
to just anyone
freely.
But if you decide to trust me
I can accompany you on your journey.
And bit by bit
piece by piece
over time
lots of time
I can get a glimpse
of what it just might be like to be you
drowning in the pain
of the truth
that someone you love
so dearly
has died.
I would never say I know how you feel.
I don’t.
How could I?
I am not you.
It was not me loving.
It was you.
In the same way that you will never how I feel.
Not really.
How could you?
But I can make a space for you.
Next to me.
When I am ready.
And you can make space for me.
Next to you.
When you are ready.
And we can accompany each other.
If even for a moment, or tow.
And that will help us heal, too.
Tom Zuba
www.TomZuba.com