I saw you and I didn't speak to you. I'm sorry. Hopefully I'm not as sorry as I could be, as sorry as I should be. I'm afraid to watch the news and find out if my sorrows are multiplied and my inaction had fatal results.
I saw you today. I saw you park your motorcycle. I saw you realize there were several police inside, make a phone call and run across the highway. I saw you meet with someone. I saw you.
I saw you come back across the highway. I saw you avoid line of sight with the officers exiting the building. I saw your strange mannerisms. I saw you jerk your arm in strange ways. I saw you twist your face and contort it unnaturally. I know you were high and I suspect I know what altered your state of mind. I saw you.
I saw you get some jumper cables and attach them to the battery of your bike. I saw you get it cranked. I saw you approach the motorcycle, twitching and contorting and jerking your body in uncontrollable movements. I sat and I watched.
I saw you ride away on a motorcycle, high as a kite and exhibiting very low levels of self-control. I saw you and looking back I think I should have said something. Maybe I could have stepped up and changed everything but I was afraid. I was afraid of how you would have reacted. I was afraid of heightened emotions and wasted energies of disappointment. I was afraid.
I saw you and I was afraid. Now I'm sorry. Hopefully not as sorry as I could be, as I should be. Not as sorry as I'll be if there is a news report of a motorcycle accident. I know I can't change your mind so I kinda wish I could make better choices for you. And then I realize how weak I am to make hard decisions myself.
I saw you today. I saw you today and I didn't speak to you. I'm sorry.
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