Relieved

Finally courage arrives
and I ask you,
(attempting to pry open
the doors of memory
long held shut to others)
a few simple questions;
eliciting the expected responses.
You can't recall,
don't know if you want to.
A pause.
Brief.
Fatal.
I ask what happened;
silence greets the query.
Recalling your past comments,
I ask again.
Still the void.
A third time.
You answer
With a twitch.
You sleep
and in my selfish relief,
I am glad,
For I know what causes this.
Even I fear that nightmare

© 2005, Mosquitobyte