The realization hit me one visiting day
and I realized
he'd never even ASKED me
how it was affecting ME...
how being searched to visit affected me...
if having to go out to the jail was a bother,
how being in the paper had affected my work...
how what he did affected ME...
nothing.
It was all about HIM and what HE was experiencing.
It really hit me like a cold wet rag to the face.
I *saw* him *see* me realize it as well.
And I hung up the phone thingy.
Stood with my back to him until time was up.
And never went back.
No more phone calls.
Gave unopened mail to his mother.
It was something *I* needed to do ... to the end.
SO that I could walk away
knowing I'd done all I could.
ANd that's what the end ...was.
When I'm done, I'm done.