Her Truth

Faulted, I am

By fingers imprinted by life, before he'd come.

Your silence magnifying your words, dulled down by my imperfect flaws. 

“This is an issue of Trust”, he said

And like a pimple seen through a mirror her disbelief came.

Became visible in the spaces where his withheld letters should stain.

“Tell me what you want and watch me give it to you”, he said.

Thinking it will come across as cute, with a touch of old school pursuit.

She tried to withhold what she was ready to mouth ..

Ending his chase and opening up her days to the attention that almost displaced,

Her Truth.