These Are Not My Truths

These Are Not My Truths

I give my truths in her silences

Only ever releasing them in the dark.

“I went off to war,

and came back- ten years ago.”

 I shake my head, grazing her shoulder.

“Promising everyone that mattered

 I would come back,

and I kept that promise. But,
I never said I’d stay the same, never

promised I’d keep the same dreams.”

Her arms wrap around me in the dark,

Anchoring me to her, or her to me-

I can never tell.

“I hate her for not being here,

when I got back- but

not as much as

I hate myself,

 for not crying- mourning.”

She whispers in my ear,
“People like you

should never go off to war-

your heart isn’t strong

enough to go

without

breaking.”