The Push
Maybe I wanted to push him—
you did too.
He could have been a better person—
so could we.
In the moment,
maybe the night held its breath,
wondering if everything would be different
when the sun rose again.
The world could be better without him—
but is it better with us,
those who think about a push—
who follow through with the push—
and then walk away?
Yes,
I wanted to push him.
But no,
I did not.
I would not become worse than him
in my effort to clean up his mess.
Yes,
I know you pushed him.
And no,
I am not any better than him,
because I am glad you did.
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