Underneath the obvious,  
   elements of our life  
   remain.          There, 
      known only to ourselves. 
             Or so we think. 
   We all have our secrets, and  
      sins we keep hidden  
           behind our facade. 
       Time sacrificed, we think, 
    our past a part of all 
          we have known. 
The knowing is what hurts. 
11/14/2023                                                            j.g.l.