I know it isn’t my place
To say anything else,
But seeing your shameful eyes
Reminded me of how much
I mourn you.

I shouldn’t say much,
Over those “at least”s,
Those “he didn’t”s,
Or “you’re lucky that”s,
Every “he wouldn’t”s
And “he couldn’t”s,
And always those, “to you”s.

At least
He didn’t;
You’re lucky that
He wouldn’t,
He couldn’t,
To you.