It’s like you have a secret. I want to know, I need to know. I care.

This long-time puzzle I can’t solve.

Where did we go off the track? How did it get to this irreparable point?

I want you to let me have the answer. I wish for it like when you wish for the split second back before you’ve made a horrible mistake. I want it.

So much is unsaid. I want to say it all.

But you just spread it on, adding another layer to your hardened exterior.

Do you resent me?

I wasn’t there before I left.

I love you.