I can see him hiding behind
the couch.
He doesn’t do a very good job
of hiding.
It’s like he wants me to
see him.
I know what he’s really
trying to do,
but every time
I try and bring him up,
words get caught in
my throat and
I retch onto
the clean carpet.
He scolds me and hides
some place else
until I find the courage to
bring it up again,
and the cycle repeats
itself.