I don’t judge you for judging me
I would do the same, in your shoes.
And I have done the same, in your shoes
When the mess was not mine of the making.

I thought the same things you are thinking:
Walk away, this is temporary, be kind
And I walked away, relieved and superior
Back to my orderly, blemish-free life.

Yes, I shook my head just like you are, now,
Couldn’t even begin to understand
Dismissing the symptoms as a midlife crisis;
Predictable, irrational, bland.

So don’t be sorry you never looked closer
Beyond the words, to the story inside
I didn’t either, and don’t expect you to see
the impossibility of your good advice.