I witness an old friend’s true evil –
in crisis, the mask briefly let slip.
Someone once told me,
‘He has no heart’.
Mine now feels crushed in my chest.
The well-pruned rose stems
nod in the breeze. The sun shines
on the succulents in the far corner.
The trees are unchanged.
I breathe deep.
But everything has changed.
#awakeaugust day 22