the full story

5 of 30


she's been punching numbers in my memorydex
trying to get the full story
so she can work from the root of her pain
when alcohol saturation no longer cuts it
does nothing to numb the howling void haunting her
now she's looking for answers
from the only other person who was there
me...the previously silent witness
I've always known the day would come
when I'd have to stand before the wall
facing the firing squad of her unanswered questions
& all the unhealed wounds the bastard left us
the bridge with all its missing planks
making it tricky to navigate
but I've already crossed it
my turn to help her traverse its dangers
make no mistake...
it isn't my own reliving that kills me
but watching reality finally hit her
as nightmares & fears suddenly have names
& imagery too vivid to comprehend
explanations she never suspected
& the turmoil it stirs up
as she struggles to put down the bottle
walk away from it still on the shelf
...unpurchased
I don't blame her one bit
...but I worry
it's a tough battle ...genetic predisposition
yet another legacy he left with her
we'll go for days without talking
...while she processes
& then she's back with eyes red & haunted
ready to select another one of my buttons
spinning me backwards in time
learning more of what I've kept to myself
waiting for this day...
when we both face the reckoning