time has not been kind to me.
it has not smoothed away those sharp memories
with the gentle hands of indifference.
space has not been kind to me.
the countries between us don’t make you less palpable.
I can still feel you leaving.
war has not been kind to me.
I cannot hate you now not
when I am always so afraid.
you have not been kind to me.
your silence gives me no closure:
your impending death offers no compromise.