It’s not what was said
that continues to echo.
How can you not hear
all you try to ignore?
You know less
than you did, more than
you had to. More than
you care, but you do.
It’s the secrets that hurt.
Dishonesty devolves, day
by day by day, month
into month, and still
no answers. Left out and
longing to hear the truth,
not the unsaid; unheeded,
unnoticed by few. Yet,
you know. For now.

01/29/2021                                                  j.g.l.