Written: Tuesday, February 15, 2011 @ 1:04 AM

I heard of a hearing today that I could not stop.

A trial of thee accused, and rightly so, and I couldn’t be there for you.

Why do I feel as if I am responsible,

For it,

For you,

For now.

I listened to shed tears from break-ups and make-ups,

I left you to go away to a place from which I can’t return often,

You cried out for me and I was busy.

Busy discovering who I am and have become.

Consumed in a world of competition and irrationality,

Things just stopped making sense to me and I stopped calling you.

You complained and I promised to compromise,

But it never happened.

Except for every other once in a while, and I tried to savor

Our relationship- a sisterhood built on commonalities,

Stubborn-falsely committed mentalities,

And insurmountable realities.

I cried.

I am crying.

I will cry, for the soul that we share, and I never stopped to care

About what happens when the bond is broken— bleeding

Until I found myself there,

Where— you are:

Exploited,

Self- objectified  like a deer trapped in the headlights of authority.

I feel for you.

Not that I am ashamed, I love you, and therefore feel your pain.

I wish that your identity: strong-willed and highly intellectual  won’t change

So know that this is just a stepping stone

You’ll find yourself, and you won’t be alone

You’ll return to her and she’ll lead you home…

To the place where you dwell temporarily,

But neither you nor I truly belong.

Lesson learned