I told you the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
Something I have never even whispered  to the world.
Or even to myself.
You shed the same tears I did for years.
You asked the same questions I asked for years.
“Why haven’t you told anybody?”
“Why are you telling me now?”
I shrugged and looked out the car window.
“Shame is a funny thing,” I said softly,
“Telling someone makes it real”
I was hoping it was all a dream.
Now all I can think about is how someone knows.
And that I almost regret it.