I Couldn't Help

I couldn’t help

But notice the tear

That glinted on your cheek. And wish to rub the fog

From the reflective surface of your mind-mirror

To de-clutter the crowded cabinet

Of old knick-knacks and stained memories

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I couldn’t help

But spring to action,

Fighting away the tormentors of your psyche.

Subconscious. And supplant wild weeds with native small

Flowers in your fragrant mind-garden.

I woke. I heard you before you wept

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I wrestled, also,

Within myself

--desperate to deliver deeds instead of silent,

Hearing ears. Too often my verbal impulses

Dominate my auditory skill.

This time was no different. I’m sorry

I couldn’t help.