After she told tales of her darkest moments
highlighting her demons,
she took me up upstairs
to see a closet filled with skeletons.
there were mistakes and secrets.
were her wrong choices in men laying still.
We went downstairs
to hear murmurs of a past continuing to haunt her,
before walking me back to the front door.
“Now do you see why you can’t stay here?”, she said.
I am not afraid.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’