The person who suffered was more her than him;
For his chinly cruelties accumulated this sin.
And around every story there is always another;
And for every argument a debate stretches out,
Beyond and behind all unkindnesses expressed.
And there is nothing at all even good man can do
To remedy the behaviours that led to downfall.
The hurt is twisted and undone like buttons never split.
And in the cryptic rain of distant plains,
Both woman and man strain their merciless seen.