We walked in the drizzle,
water droplets sinking into my hair,
falling from my eyelashes,
soaking our clothes,
invading our shoes.
Walking to her office listening
not to her, but to tires splashing,
to molecules bouncing on concrete.
Reaching her office too soon,
leaving the gentle caress of raindrops
before I’m ready.
Trepidation makes me hesitate,
holding open the door for her;
for the issues awaiting me there.
Shame and secrets.
Smoke and mirrors.
truths and Truths.
Fear and safety.
Comfort and calamity.
Everything except answers
to un-voiced questions
and unknown problems.
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
I’m terrified of the mass beneath
the cool covering of dark waters.

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