Bad News


We say "we're sorry," 
"we worry," "we wish..."
We look at each other
as to inquire
"Did I do it right?"
"Did I convey the veiled message?"
"There's no point,
it's best to let him go"

We praise your selflessness,
your loving choice.
Yet, it sounds rehearsed
Each word falls short
How could you?
How could I?
We must. We must!

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