The Hole in Her Chest

The mind is a
mystery
that drives everyone to
judge.

You're not okay.
You haven't been for some
time.

I'm not okay.
I've been in denial for a long
time.

I stand by what isn't
true.

You are silent,
not speaking,
not wanting to speak.

A silence I endure.
A silence that I fear.

I don't want to walk away
and hate myself for not going back.

I don't want to scream
and burst
and ache
with regret.

I'm afraid of a
time
that hasn't come.

I'm afraid of a
time
that may come.

I'm afraid of the last
time.

- SJM -