The questions we ask ourselves,
The things we don't talk about out loud.

I never feel, I never see, I never know.

How can the right thing be so wrong, I found mistakes where they don’t belong.

“It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.”

“And all that led me—where?”

We can plant a memory garden
Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair