Lovers do not earn this title at infancy
But in medias res…
When you feel the irreverent desire to cure damage you did not create…
Despite your backstage peek
You are not the playwright
But the spectator in this show…
You will never learn all the reasons
Or have all the answers.
Some fragments of the past will always lie dormant yet embedded
No — entrenched…
And some pieces will never be privy to you.
Like all things in medias res
The whole picture is never revealed.
Were all before your time
And beyond your control.
When insecurity swells that raging tide…
When the shadow of betrayal
Seeps into its dark cloud
Subsuming your soul…