Blame

I blame you.

 

Not because you left,

not because you started again,

found a new life, new reasons for living,

but, because,

you knew what the monster was,

you knew what lurked in the darkness

and the light,

hidden in plain sight,

what everyone around could see

but didn’t focus upon,

polite stares,

whispers, murmurs, hints,

it was all there,

a psychic schematic

drawn in cerebral ink.

 

I didn’t blame you,

but I do

 

now

 

 

A poem that explores the darker side of hidden secrets, and blame.