I can’t wrap my mind around your disguise
to forgive what you’ve become.
I can’t forget what you’ve done.
There’s nowhere to run.
I’ll say it; my heart is torn asunder.
My spirit aches with growing pain,
twisting barbed wire through thin skin.
Sew us back together or shut your mouth,
and don’t you say you ever knew a thing,
a thing about me.
(© 2022 AC)