There is a picture

of Jennifer and me,

When she was five

and I was three.

It brings me sadness

since it was taken before,

I was molested

at the age of four.

And she was as well

or so it seems.

So we coped in our nightmares

when allowed to dream.

And I think to myself,

who would we have turned out to be?

if we weren't molested

after five and three?

It makes me wonder—

would you have taken your life?

Would I have become

A Trophy Wife?

Would you still be here—

could we all grow old?

What would have been different,

If only we had told?