Idiots

The idiot felt guilty,
many years, after he
comforted the wife
a close friend
abandoned.

A few hugs & kisses
with an unwanted woman.
He longed to step in,
to take on those
responsibilities,

his friend ran from,
but for his concience.
He felt like a thief,
a traitor - so, he too,
walked away. Condemned

in his own mind,
confession,
his only hope.
The years had not
mellowed his friend -

& after he
was knocked on his ass,
he understood;
those sad eyes & arms
unwilling to let go.

So many years before.