Elucidating Questions

It’s like I’m being put on trial.

Why did you put his needs above your own?

Because he was crying and in pain.

Exactly.

But no, I don’t know what I just admitted to, but they keep asking.

Question after question.

I thought it was supposed to end at twenty.

A whisper

Can’t we keep you?

Like a pet.

Can’t we keep you until someone else wants to keep you?

I turn to them where ever they are and I look all of them over I say

In twenty seven years,

I have never met someone who genuinely wanted to keep me.

The silence that follows as the bus arrives.

I wonder if he put those scars there himself, and think about how I like his tattoos

And as he walks away I hope he feels like he never has to put more on himself

There is no meeting,

I merely watch them, love them, and then watch as they go.