Every tell.

We all have our triggers,
Our dark, tender, spots.
As our eyes turn away,
Our minds connect dots.
I have mine.
You have yours.
Some open wounds,
Some close doors.
We cannot ignore them,
Though we might hope.
We must learn to manage.
We must find ways to cope.
I still have my triggers,
But I have mechanisms as well.
You have your triggers,
I see every tell.