The "self" in selfless

What broke my heart was not that it was

Too, too full after being too deprived for too, too long,

But that all that I could bring myself to do was

Gaze at you while you let me into

Your world as it was breaking with me in it,

And that I could not move from where I sat

Because I felt that more of me would break you too

And that as you showed your rubbed-raw side

Of feeling selfish, I

Could only counter with selfish inaction,

Thinking I was important enough to make that call

After having inadvertently been important enough

To deprive you of the moment

That would have meant the mending of two worlds

For just the moment, immortal

Now as the moment that I stalled

And will relive and cringe at for too, too long,

Again, unable to let go of “I”

Even when you are the one who

Lets me let that go.