The cupboard is bareYou were a cacophony of bluster;Righteous.With skeleton key fingers,Determined to pick apart everythingUnlocking Mother Hubbard’s bone-dry secretsResolved to find what you would-Certain you would find something.Empty spaces hiding no deceptions of mine-Nothing at all to be found.No Confirmation for the falsehood of rumoursNot even the ones you lied to yourself about.Trust.Disheartening When it only goes one way.