I am not sure why I never asked you
The simple things
The things I knew that pained you
But defined who I am
I am not sure why I never asked you
About the snippets you
Momentarily shared
But then moved from
So quickly
As they seared your soul
And scarred your heart.
I am not sure why I never asked you
Of your saddest time
Your hungry life
The child longing for a war to end
We never spoke of the painful times
But the shadows lurked
On the edges of our conversations
And my consciousness.
I know why I never asked
The things I should have spoken
The stories are in my cells
Blood of my blood.

© Tanya Southey @ Ordinary Poetry

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