I can’t do this with you right now.
As much as it pains me.
Deny my heart for affection
While I tend to how I feel.
To let time, to let hope cleanse.
A sacrifice to begin the path of healing
So I can love you whole.
Is what he should have said.
Instead, she was used as a salve
A balm for his own “stuff”.
His silence carefully concealed his hurts.
A smile, the classic instrument of misdirection.
The truth would have been a minimal cost
With a lifetime of rewards.
A harder, better alternative
Than what they both endured.