white flag in hand

for months I listened
to her.
to him.
to them.
I read, I scrolled,
I wrote like a mad man
putting it all down
in diary form.
I fought the truth,
a year of it.
digging out from this hole
I dug.
this bunker
I burrowed into.
I listened. I put
my ear to the floor,
a cup
to the wall.
I heard the words, but
it took a long
time to believe them
and go.
she welcomed me at
the door,
as I came out with
the sun in
my eyes, white flag in hand.
about time, she said.
you almost lost me
if it lasted
a single second more.