The Inner Script of Knowing

Holding your breath close, I understood—
you never wanted to forget me.

Spending a few moments with you, I saw—
you never thought of me as necessary.

Living through your silent hurt, I learned—
you still haven't shaken off the nightmare's grip.

Touching your body, I discovered—
you never learned to pretend.

Through all the time I gave you
you wept, helpless;
that's when I knew—
you never wanted to win.