As I think on it now

It would have been impossible

For you not to know

That something serious

Had just happened

Even at our young age

Even as you were busy entertaining

When you hear skull slam cement

You must have known

That your “are you ok?”

Should have been a priority

Should have come sooner

Should have been pooled with

A mad dash and concern

And shame on me

That I excused you then

And the next time

And the next time

And the next time

For 35 years

You were consistently you

And as my head was cut open

It was consequentially true

That I absolutely did not expect you

To be even slightly concerned

Which you took as relief

But I meant as reality

Emptied of any feeling

One way or the other

I’m not one who will ever say

Yes, come to me

Prioritize me

But, as I think on it now

It would have been impossible

For you not to know

That something serious

Had just happened