QUISLING

I sit opposite
the face of a child
so exquisite
my heart breaks
to touch it

But that cannot be
for I am a mentor
and trusted
guide
to do so
would be taboo

But it's his face
I see in the curve of
her chin
turn of her nose
flutter of her eye

She's my friend
'my greatest foe
is my greatest love'

She asks for council
I give it
she asks for truth 
I withhold it
for the Quisling
inside me
weeps
rages
brokenhearted
at the irony

I teach your
child
it could have been
ours