Fools Walk-In Blind Sometimes Poem by Stan Rodriguez

How I wish I had taken the time to truly meet you
anywhere along the way
to understand where you were coming from—

To listen to the beating of you heart
type out your story in Morse code

or read your wants and needs—written in your hand
and letting you know just who I was—in turn.

But wishes are for fool that know no better
than to try and live in yesterdays

and make up dreams that lie—lying to oneself
mortgaging all truths, and hopes, and state of grace.

We could have made it—you tried—that much I know
and I selfishly gave it up to the cravings of my needs

Young ignoramus—reading tea leaves
and thinking I'm all that—instead of working
toward an understanding-union,
shared by two—equal left to right and right to left.