Privacy

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.