No Wound Endures

I came home peaceful, from my time away. Content to slip

again into our life. We loved that night, yet something in

your sway fell strange and distant, touched with quiet strife.

I lay awake, the questions circling tight. A restless tide that would not

let me be. So down I went to wander through the night,

and saw your handbag waiting silently. Guilt pricked my hand as I

unlatched the clasp, and found the diary sleeping at its core. Its pages spoke

with truths unyielding grasp, and told the tale I had not