What if you saw
words written
in an unfamiliar hand
just letters on paper
laid on a stand
that drew your eye
in a room that needs
more light, more life.
In the process of being
that mother, that father,
that husband, that wife,
you created a minor
infraction and invaded.
There is no satisfaction
received from curiosity
that demands responsibility.
In the process of being
you became the enemy.

1 comment:

  1. I really like this one, which poses some very interesting questions, at least one of which is this: ultimately, is there such a thing as a secret; i.e., something that is secret from all save one?