Confounded by a
wall of stoic silence
I waited…
Watching…for some
subtle sub-text
Or subterfuge…
[God hath given you
one face
and you make
yourselves another]
For a clue to the
truth of you,
A key, a
sign…something I
Should have seen
sooner.
So far,
frustrated…I saw nothing…
[Do you think I am
easier to be
played on
than a pipe?]
Felt
nothing…other than the weight
Of the
(un)Certainty
That I might be
right without realising.
[Oh frailty…]
So, why the smoke
screen?
There’s a
question,
Why the side
long, slantendicular glances?
[Sense to ecstasy was
ne’er so enthralled]
Chance collisions
over cups of coffee
While suspicion
twists sickly fingers
Through scrambles
thoughts, doubts,
Unspoken
accusations…like knives of ice
Inside me…
[From all her working
all his visage waned]
Until
finally…after days of denial and disbelief
The door slammed
shut behind you as you left.
[The rest is silence…]
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