Some things happen like this. 

sometimes

I really shouldn't be writing 
this to you. 

Not when all these eyes 
are on me. 

Not when I should be telling 
you about the gentle sun 
this morning or the dog 
that woke me last night, 
police lights in the driveway,
a quiet wail
from the street. 

Silence 
hurts 
but so does screaming.