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.