Rain

Just thinking about him made the earth weigh more.

I could see the road he was going down, and it wasn't a good one.

I should have said something, but I didn't. He had his own life to live.

When I read the paper this morning I wasn't surprised to see his name, to learn of the terrible things they say he did.

I called him but his line was no longer in service.

He's moved away, left no trace other than my memory of him and what I could have done on his behalf had I said something at the time.