How It Seemed Like You Could See

It's Always Very Pure, That Last Moment Before An Ugly, Unsettling Truth Hits Someone. The Most Stark Of Before-and-afters.

He Always Did The Leaving. But Not This Time. She Kept Walking, And Did Not Look Back.

I Knew I Had To Keep Him To Myself, As I'd Slowly Begun To Keep Everything. We Had Secrets Now, Truths And Half-truths, That Kept Her Always At Arm's Length, Behind A Closed Door, Miles Away.

In The End, Though, Maybe It's Not How You Reach A Place That Matters. Just That You Get There At All.

Like So Many Before Them, They Didn't Care That My Dad Was Only The Messenger. They Still Wanted To Shoot Him.