Worthy of Trust

We were talking.
 We were talking sitting cross legged
    in your one person trailer
      you had moved to
 in the brown grass sea
  behind the Big Yellow House
        In the centre of Happy Valley.
We were talking and I told you
 when it was over,
   she shut me out.
   she shut me out from attempting,
     the first word of reconciliation.
She shut me out from the smallest conversation.
So I,
          accepting fate,
 took an attic apartment outside of Happy Valley;
      a single apartment overlooking Bellingham bay. 
You said with a friend's compassion,
   'She didn't give you a chance.'

Compassion is a sealing bond.
It is the salve for all things disconnected;
The champion over sadness by a stranger's simple look. 
We didn't speak again to what I remember,
 Now that more time has yeared on
   then I even possessed then.
  
But I remember the compassion in your voice.
 Like Tia, you cared.
   Thank you.
     Thank you.