My Own Personal Hell

xx.

We started talking again.

It was only ‘Hello’ but it was more than nothing.

You sat with me on the bus by choice

There were plenty of spare seats.

But I saw something I’d never seen.

You were crying.

Crocodile tears yes,

But your voice was raspy and strangled.

I went home with you just to be sure. 

You invited me in and we had coffee in the most civil manner.

Still you didn’t say anything.

But that’s what acceptance is:

You don’t have to say anything for me to know.

That’s how close we were.