Why do you have to know?
Why do you have to pry?
Why can’t you leave me alone with my secret pain?
The depth even my husband doesn’t know.
The depth even I don’t know,
because I closed it off a long time ago,
burned it shut.
And the times I meagerly attempt to get back in
it burns again.
I can’t make myself go any further in.
Not to those dark places.
Not to those hot marks.
I’ll hurt you if you do,
make you feel it too.
Somebody deserves to know.
Somebody who left my life a long time ago.
He deserves to know.
But I can’t get to him anymore.
And I definitely can’t let him know
how it hurts too much to show.