Crossroads

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