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I originally posted this last year on the 30th of August. I had filled in the blanks with assumptions that are kinder than the person deserved. I was hit with the information unexpectedly when my current boyfriend, Joe, said he knew the person to whom this poem refers and unknowingly filled in the blanks...

I can’t talk to you at all
Pounding against your wall
What are you hiding within?
Insecurity, unspeakable sin?

There’s too much unknown
I wallow and I grown
Into the depths I sank
As I filled in every blank

Can I slip through the door?
All your feelings explore
What might I see?
Good, bad; all fine with me!

There’s too much unknown
My rational has flown
My retreat you don’t flank
As I fill in every blank