Confronting In More Ways Than One

The last time we met I was crazy

She said

But you’ll be pleased to know I’m better

We didn’t need to meet for this

He said

In fact I’d have preferred a letter

Tease

So I’ve recorded some of my poems

And I don’t think they’re half bad

Who knew that in speaking

There’s so much fun to be had

But now I’m in a conundrum

As I need to make a choice

Do I stay safely anonymous

Or finally reveal my voice?

You should
talk more,
he said,
open up
about
how you
feel

It’s not
possible,
she said,
for it’s
not my
secret to
reveal

Do you want to hear the truth?

Good.

Because I don’t want to tell it.

There is so much
I want to tell you

So many things
I want to share

But my tears flow
all over again

When I realise
you’re not there

Stop asking me questions…

… When you are in no way prepared for the answers.