Monday, November 2, 2009

Un-

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.


tall penguin

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