Francisco, my love, I felt that
You had been jilted by Galt, revealing
My own moral mediocrity.
It stemmed from my love for you.
You were a shade of brilliance that I desire.
I know that you then were brothers
For that I cannot grieve more.
And so I'll leave you to your shocked silence.
Where are the recesses of your heart?
Are they full of misused longing?
Where and when and how did you hope
For your ancestors to be inside your life?

Yet you know it wasn't she that hurt you, but yourself.
And I do not know that he has that ability.