You knew.

You came
you saw;
you looked.
You knew!

You knew what was gonna happen.
You could see it as plain
as the beak
on the face
of the circling crow
while you were a vulture,
eagled-eyed spying
on something so clearly
obviously so.
I was so ignorant;
how could you know?

You were prepared
for eventualities I hadn’t imagined.
You predicted unerringly
what took me for such a shock.
You knew
and said nothing.
You knew
and kept mum.
You knew
and said so smugly
when it came to pass
– when I got handed my ass,
when I saw certain things couldn’t last
and that which was honest might not remain true.
You
knew.

I shouldn’t be so surprised,
I suppose.
I could have been as aware as others
like you
(who knew
but threw
no facts my way),
saying nothing,
secure in the knowledge
of what was coming.
I could have been like you,
but
I was blissfully ignorant.
Until now
when finally
we both share
the same awareness.