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