Half-life

Sometimes,
I only tell you
Half the truth.
A half-truth.
Because I'm afraid.
That the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,
will be a giant, tangible wedge
between us.
Sure, I know.
I know. I know.
That maybe it is, even now
even this minute.
But it can't hurt us
you and me
if it is
(and remains)
invisible.