I hate you for not losing what I will lose
I hate you for not being capable of such loss..

And for not allowing me to speak of such, for stumbling to the end of sorrow alone,

unspoken,

for bearing out injury
and pride,

unspeaking.

And the blame laid at my door for loving,

for shameful
animal grieving,

for the way I was carefully unfolding
my heart

in words.