I have read your words spread randomly over months.
Watched your pain from isolation, to rejection.
Imagined your elation when you see your children
The products of your influence.
I rejoiced in your sense of freedom.
Marveled at your courage in moving house, changing towns.
Your bravery in taking a new job,
Establishing your family in new surrounds.
I have been moved by your resolutions
Your expressions of love.
Your exclamations of passion for your work
The expectations, the thrill of success.
The ideals you espouse
I agree, I admire.
But I don’t know you
I feel as an outsider, invisible to you
A reader of your words, nothing more.
My support is wordless,
Best to leave things be.
When I see you lay bare your soul,
To whom do you reach out?
A lost love, a new love?
I sense you receive no answer?
I have watched you slip further into blackness.
Weeks from now, I hope, another snippet will appear,
Your story unfolding, a serial not yet complete.