Here I cradle
My duty to suffer
The duty you snuffed
With a few CC’s of someone’s attempt
To make a few more cents
Off a few tainted steps

You bowed out
You cowered out
I vacillate between
Missing and resenting you
At present, it’s resentment

Against myself
For not taking path B
What was lurking
Behind it for me?
Was it ominous, or bliss?
Oh, omniscient God
Four-flusher on High
Flash me your hand
Remand my pain
Like you did his.