She asked me who I am, how could she believe I cared.
You heard my voice reply, in a whisper that you had to be so still
and nearly hold your breath, to hear, "I care".
In that hidden corner of your mind you avoid so you can keep it well
hidden, I found the door. The door you hid behind other images to
protect. Through the hallway behind that door, down a hallway so dark,
so absolute, it was like walking in the shadow of darkness, I found a