we have gone too far
to turn back;

more people depend on
our love more than
even we do:

my mother would be crushed,
your father would say he told you so,
your older sister would cry
slow, burning tears;

your mother would be delighted,
my father wouldn't be surprised,
my younger brother would know
affirmation of his fears;

so last year's bitter loving must remain

better for that
to be a secret
than for our apathy
to be public knowledge




A nodeshell challenge by graceness

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