the tears are gone

her eyes are dry

dawn breaks unblinking in the sky

 

I've confessed all

my conscience clean

surprised she did not make a scene

 

all those women

the casual lies

yet no questions or fluttering whys

 

no hint of shock

her sheets are blue;

I told her what she already knew

 

she'd sucked it up

loved me so much

forgiven all just for my touch

 

I stare, abashed

my eyes are wet

she's a sight I won't forget

 

how can I leave?

sun gilds the bed

it might be an idea if we got wed