THE FILE

In the basement

past the washer

in storage

is a cabinet.

On the bottom drawer

in the lowest part of the house

I keep a folder.

That folder holds the damning evidence

all the things I keep secret from you

the anger, fears and tears

I hold hidden

so you don�t experience the wrath

that would make you leave

again.

In the file

is my darkness.

In the file

is my rage.

I do what I can to visit that part of our place

rarely, if at all.

But lately, I am going down

more often

and it is getting harder

to avoid the urge

to open the folder

within the file

contained in the drawer

inside the box.

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