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And you know, I could only respond to it as a man. I felt sorry for him, for what he lost. Not to take away from the last three lines but some of us truly know how we have screwed up. And grieve. Once again you have created something so real to me I really don't want to know the story behind it. Even whether it is about a "he"! You are something else, mate (this term being unisexual) cheers, Jess

I'm still gonna give you the review I was gonna write before I read Jess' review... and chastise myself into not reading any reviews before I write my own, ever. Kim, this is probably the damn finest, most honest looking thing I've seen you write so far, I loved it for its simplicity and brutal, brutal honesty. "Could I have welded this mess?" and the preceding stanza are heartbreaking in that I know the feeling, intensely. I like that two of your stanzas end with introspective questions, and perhaps the only thing I may have wished differently would be to end more stanzas like that... but be aware, that's only a statement of "if I had written this," and not to be taken as me thinking it is a flaw of this poem, which I think is nearly flawless. You once again have that peculiar capitalization thing going on, but you've explained that already...argh! lol. The final three lines are colored, thick, and heavy. I love them. A fan - f*cking - tasting write.