I’m leaving”, I said
They stared at me blankly
“Hold up this rug”, they said as
they gathered their brooms.
I watched with reticent acceptance as
they casually swept all of the truths I
had carried in on my sleeve under their rug.
What else was there to do except awkwardly
step around the broken pieces of their hidden
collection, finding my way in between the lines
of everything left unspoken–
and straight out the door.