There at the bottom of the bag
is that precious photo
of the beloved man, now gone.
You have torn it into shreds,
torn my respect for you,
torn my love of you,
torn my heart in two.
It was not enough that he adored
and worshipped you?
You were blinder than him,
though he had the account with CNIB.
Your bitterness is poison
and I will not drink it.
Shawn L. Bird 
Some people’s pure love ends up seemingly wasted on the blindly ignorant. In truth, it is the blindly ignorant who are wasteful.
Absolutely.