It cannot be,
You say.
It should not be,
You’d think.
It’s easy enough,
I know.
Just show me
Who you are
Then ask me
Not to see
(Or feel or share)
And there is nothing left
For me to say
(But trivialities)
And so you shut me up,
Leaving me
Starring, wide-eyed,
At the wreck I wrought.
© jsmorgane (April 2010)