Yes I was wrong
Poor Helena
Had to bear it for long
I was busy
What an excuse
I did often long
to be then alone
To sort all my thoughts
and tasks undone
but she was always present
as a dear friend
though often one
I can scarcely understand
My lukewarm replies
and wandering eyes;
Has it driven a hole
into her soul?
— I've always wondered
And an honest critique
I had made
when she asked
about my thoughts on her work
was my most honest mistake
because whatever I said
was just an opinion
in a moment of stress
— it may not had been
objectively true enough
Had I hurt her?
Was she putting up
with me all along?
Or is she the cold one?
I haven't heard from her since
So I'm left wondering
if she was injured
from my lukewarm reactions
or if I am injured
from her cold winter silence.
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