Together we are walking down the street,

All smiles, calm, warmth, our rhythmic feet.

When a creeping doubt starts to form, undue:

Who is she to you? Are you true?



With that smallest of openings, they flood -

(Our feet now a background, dull thud)

The images, words, memories, questions;

An invasion; an infection.


Unbidden, unwelcome, they multiply -

Hot, red, liquid cells broil inside,

Burning and scratching  - a jail is my skin,

My traitorous mind brews within.


Alone I’m fighting; that’s how it must be -

These battles were all caused by me.

The only cures I know are love and time,

Knowing your heart’ll never be mine.