Interview
Writing list of questions down,
hoping to get to deeper reason.
I smiled out an opened ended one,
but truth isn’t scheduled this season.
Seeing opaque bricks slide into place
on freshly troweled mortar –slip. Thunk!
Imagining protection wall between us growing
to hide the pain from view – slip. Thunk!
I mean you no harm my eyes meant to say,
but fear isn’t harm but shame - slip. Thunk!
The interview was telling me all I wanted
except the hope for healing - slip. Thunk!
Asking the rest, ending this question list
Grieving all the true answers I missed.
Listening
Eyes dart back and forth
seeking, “Can I really trust you?
for news cannot get back
and your promise must be true."
Confiding pain filled secret
while looking deep for shock
to appear on my blank face
as she continues taking stock.
It is her conflict, rich with pain,
more than I can only imagine.
Now, past memories flood back
of experience of similar action.
It is not my place to tell my tale
for this time is given just for her.
Situation’s different; but the pain,
our pain, hits the same for sure.
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