I told him I couldn't go

I told him I couldn't go.

I expected the long sigh,

the checklist of why I should,

the 'it's just for an hour' routine.

But he just nodded.

He put his coat back on the hook.

He sat on the edge of the bed

and asked if I wanted some tea.

It’s terrifying to be heard.

To have the truth accepted

without a fight.

Now I have to sit here

with the person I actually am.