Upon awaking, all seemed well.
Until entering the kitchen, then I could tell.
The tension seemed to swell.
I heard his voice, clear as day
With tone, forlorn, “I just want to stay.”
“What do you mean? What did you say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t say a word.”
He threw a quick prayer to the Lord
“How do I tell her, I’ve been transferred?”
“Transferred?!?!” I exclaimed.
Both our confusion reigned.
The atmosphere was strained.
He to me, “How did you know?”
Me to him, “When do you go?”
Our moods suddenly laid low.
“I heard you say it, loud and clear.”
I stated, with a little fear.
He stood, and started to come near.
He thought to himself, “This is surreal!”
“What?” I asked, my confusion sealed.
Neither of us knew how to feel.
“I’m not speaking,” he explained.
“So, I’m hearing your thoughts,” I exclaimed.
“It seems so,” said he, looking pained.
What a conundrum, what a farce.
Knowing more, left insight sparse.
Such a surprise left me flat on my arse.
I don’t want to know his thoughts.
Hearing it all, ties me up in knots.
All his privacy has been lost.
Knowing too much, isn’t good.
Shifts the balance, it would.
Expect freedom of thought, we should.
I don’t need it, I don’t want it.
It actually caused our split.
It was a blow to his spirit.
Now, I live like a recluse.
Socialization I refuse.
Family and friends are confused.
Hard to be amenable.
I just want to flee!
Lord, take this from me!
This is my daily plea.