Even a Psychologist Struggles to Compute

Fifteen years she’s gone, there’s still

such regret—never enough

phone calls, secrets, girl talk;

she craved more; I kept her

safe an arm’s length away—that chasm

I constructed to mute the bite of her

silence, innuendo, accusation.

Deep in the belly of that divide—the truth

of my divorce, clinical depression, loss of faith, and her