When I asked for initiation,

I did not know the price to pay

You reached out and broke my hand 

claiming sorry, it was the only way. 

To discard what I could not hold. 

To discard what I could not say. 

Honestly, I thought you hated me

for taking everything I knew away. 

Maybe you knew this and hesitated.

Still you struck.

Aware that without the loss, the pain,

I’d never choose redirection.