A futile text exchange occurs.
I used to need concrete evidence
To dispell the rumors in my brain.
You stocked all the evidence in shelfs
And I went through each bin six hundred thousand times
Only to want more proof, more candid examples
More overarching themes.
But one day, my lips quivered and my heart plummeted
And I saw my truth shatter around me and awaken
A sad little girl.
Now that sad girl is just thankful
To have been blessed with good friends and
Staggering and sometimes hurtful
Proof.
Now that small girl closes the door.
Now she doesn’t look back.