How many times
Have you stood in front of me,
And I did not say anything?
Maybe awhile ago
I would have let it go
But not now.

I know full and well now
How what I’ve done,
where I’ve been,
what I grew to love,
could never been
without you to bring me there.

I know you do not know,
That I think of this.
Why would you
When these are words I hid,
As a kid
And grown up.
This is my fault.
I should have spoke up.

M.R. 2013