This Is Not Love
“Why didn’t you scream?” You asked me this when I was just a child of six years. Perhaps my body had been paralyzed in time that night, my vocal chords strung tight, and I felt unable to scream.
I was just as shocked when you said this. You were like a father to me.
Not even seven years later, you invite my predator to your new home. For what? A plate of BBQ? I hid inside your home with my mother, as we watched everyone outside. And you still swept this under the rug for the second time.
I’m a woman now. I’ve observed many things in this life and you have been one of them. Because you had been influential on me. And I had these hopes that we would be close. But after thinking about this for twenty years…over and over…
“Why didn’t you scream?” “Why didn’t you scream?”
The ship has sailed for that relationship I had hoped we’d have. I know that I am not the only one that has heard this from a loved one.
So know this, I do remember what you said, I do remember what he did, and I will always remember how I felt that day and after.
Eternally, H
(This was my creative outlet)