Obstruction

I'm guilty, overcome with rue
that justice was withheld from you
a victim whose demise was sown
by being coldly left alone

for each time you were written off
you felt rejection's scathing scoff
which filled your gentle soul with shame
and wrongly self directed blame.

When I gave up and finally left
you were tipsy at the cleft
and while I could have pulled you back
I waited till I heard the smack

which loudly echos still today
just like the thought that won't go away--
compassion's easy to impart
unless there's blockage in your heart.