burnt soles

I remember the time you showed me how vulnerable you could be.

I remember answering my phone right before I went to bed and you were crying on the other end. You asked me to come to the bench because you needed someone to talk to, and I came running.

I met you at the bench and you were sobbing, shaking with tears still falling down your cheeks. You began to tell me everything that had happened and made me promise not to tell anyone, especially not my mother.

I never told anyone.

Not even my journal.