Technically the Timing

Technically the Timing

(‘Those who are at ease have contempt for misfortune as the fate of those whose feet are slipping.” Job 12:5)

The timing could not have been more perfect,
technically it should never have happened.
But you find him near the cliff’s precipice and could not
refrain from words that pushed him over the edge.
You had no taste for his tears and so your imagination
ran wild
finding tenured reasons for his downfall.
You thought you could burst the final thought bubble
of peace
he held on to.

You should have known the signs that pointed toward
an uneasy reckoning for careless words without ears.
You forgot the destination he was heading for,
forgot the fate that pointed away from your unsanitized claims.
You tucked it all away like yesterday’s insanity and
quietly went home to your candlelight suppers.
It was too easy for you to ignore the pain so apparent,
the grief so transparent. You purchased your tickets to
calloused hearts and hands.

You only had one thing to do; you had no excuse for
your ignorant betrayal on the sands of indifference.
He hoped to hear hope like a distant waterfall but
all he knew were your uncorked opinions. You poured
out the canister of iced indifference. Your cold
decisions froze him in place while you left him
aching for relief like the rising of a midsummer sun.

You could not have timed it better,
he slid on the icy judgments you left and,
once he fell you could tell how right you had been
all along. You were certain he was guilty of every
heretical handheld encasement. Otherwise, he would not
be so bitter when you ignored him purposely while you
tour the country in your cadillacs of champagne.