I struggled for a long time with understanding why she left,
I wanted to explain, whenever I could,
yet each time I tried she managed to leave the room bereft
of any desire to listen to that I would
suggest to be my truth.
I often felt the urge to just tell her I was only scared,
and then if I did that,
well certainly she would run streets narrowed
to discover a simple rat
wanting her truth.
I think the most frightening aspect of coming to terms
with our humanity, who we are,
want to become, feel we need to be, is the lectern
we decide is the standard bar,
that knows our truth.
I remember one day when she said she had this piece
no one would ever know, she would keep,
and yet I somehow could never then feel anymore peace
knowing apart from me she might sweep
away her own truth.
So when walking down Main street America, I looked in her eyes
thought better of myself, today, might be wise.