blind

he is blind
he doesn't see what is in front of him
he's looking inside
looking to the past
looking behind

and i am sunk
because i think it doesn't matter
whether he sees or not
there's no way out
and no way forward
for the thing i carry here

he is kind
too kind to let it go
too kind to offer up a compromise
that wouldn't be accepted now
it's too late to turn back
and not to feel

he is lost
there is a mist a heavy frost
he cannot navigate tonight
through all this debris
all this memory has caught him in it's vice
he cannot find the door

he is blind