Infidelity
We share small talk, some coffee,And after a cigarette or two
We lay in bed, touching.
I confess my love for you;
A river of silence flows through the room;
Uneasiness creeps into our bed;
You confess your infidelity to me.
All but silence has been said.
I search the opaque shadows
In the darkness of this room
Open mental vaults of silver tensil blanket dreams,
To drape upon my pain.
An excerpt from:
"A Sad Song Don't Care Whose Heart It Breaks"
by Bernard Davis Jr.
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