On an old friend and a new critic — I don’t know what’s best for you.
You may not, either,
Nor may I know what’s best for me. I tried to understand you as much as I could
Through all the long years of our history.
But maybe you needed something else. Maybe when I thought I was helping,
All the while you were thinking how
Stupid I was. How I just didn’t get it. It hardly matters now. I feel old
When I read comments from bloggers
Who trash insights that I wrote with love -
That I intended, in fact, to help!
