9:10 P.M.

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.

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