I never thought I would tell him I loved him,
That I loved him tenderly.
I kept that secret with patience.
I kept it with grace and dignity.
One day, I let it slip.
And told him everything.
I felt his silence like wind.
How it was unrequited, hit me swiftly.
The next day, he left me.
Like a wayward traveler going by.
He was not in love with me.
It was not his secret to hide.