6S - Ignorance

Maybe it's because of the toddler that sat in the corner of the daycare centre as the sun went down, tears running freely down her face. Maybe it's because of the endless of times the little girl sat by the kitchen window waiting, not even caring about the tear stains on her pink dress. Maybe it's because of all the afternoons the girl sat alone on the fence in the parking lot by the end of the school day, trying her best to hide the tears that were slowly forcing their way down her face. Maybe it's because of the high school girl that searched the audience with her eyes in vain, swallowing her tears as she bowed to the applause. Maybe it's because of the college girl that didn't get a wedding invitation, tears ones more running freely down her face. When you ask me why I don't return your calls today, I wonder if you even remember that girl.

I lied

I said I didn't know. 

I had never seen or heard or noticed. You never told me. 

It was all lies and they knew it was.

They made me lie to the school consular, the psychiatrist and the police.

No matter what they said, I held my ground. 

I said I didn't know. 

You never asked me to lie, but I knew that's what you wanted.

No one except me understood the letter that you left. 

I knew that was the point. 

Your mother begged me to tell her what it meant.

I said I didn't know.

At the funeral your brother cried on my shoulder.

He knew, they all knew that I sat on all the answers.

He asked me if he had done something wrong.

I knew you would have wanted me to lie, so I did.

I said I didn't know.