Enduring

Why must you do this?
Why must you bring this back?
                    bring this up?
Things were progressing.
We were moving on.
We were beginning to leave behind the pain,
the discomfort, the awkwardness, the mixed up feelings.

And then you had to bring it up again.

Why do we need to meet?
What more is there to say?
What can I say to you that will make you feel better?
Nothing.
There's plenty you could do to make me feel better,
but I seriously doubt that's the purpose of this meeting.
I don't think you give a damn about me.
I don't think you're concerned about my safety,
I think you're more concerned what would happen
          to your life, if such a thing came to pass.
What are your reasons for waving this in front of us again?
and rubbing it in our faces.
What could you possibly want me to do?
Suffer?
Oh, I've got that covered.
Suffer visibly, in your presence?
Perhaps.
Dammit. I wish this would just stop.