I know you...

Why do I know you? Why do I now what
You would have become? How can I know you
When I've never met you, for you were cut
Off, torn away from them? They barely knew

You, yet your worth surpassed anything they
Had known, just as the anguish they felt when
You died in their arms. He took you away,
He was to blame fro the pain felt within.

Though their scars still exist, their hatred of
Him faded; they found peace. As I listened
To them I finally knew why: their love,
their joy, and their pain they shared with me, and

Now I can see you, know you, as they do.
Yet most importantly. I can love you.

-Alex Sirotzki