No one asked her who
No one asked her how
The worse words are those left unsaid.
They slipped her a pill
A smile and a touch,
"Trust us, we've done this before."
But she hadn't done this before.
She sat in his car
And drove to a place they called home
But it was never hers
Never really hers
She was a temporary resident in his land.
She slipped into a pill
And comforted him with a smile and a touch
"Trust me, I've done this before."
She didn't say who
She didn't say how
The worse tears are those left unshed.