I’ve seen you
lately,
but only in
my dreams,
your face
turned away,
hiding
what you chose
to keep from me,

I reached out
but touch you,
I couldn’t
you didn’t want
comfort,
or easing
of your pain,

Possessing
the hurt,
the realization
of which
was yours
and yours
alone,

Sometimes
it’s not easy
sharing
your most
integral part

-painful that it be-

with others