Infidelity

Insane by your actions, something feels so wrong Not your normal self; no yearning to belong Faith has no meaning; you seem empty and bare Is it something I said? Or is this a sign of beware? Denying my suspicions; insinuating I’m the paranoid one Emancipating the ideas; hoping the time will come undone Longing for the truth, but fearful of what I may find Inquiring still some more; your actions clearly depict a sign Treading through this awkward, unstable complex plight Your body language told me what my heart already did last night © Stacy Lynn Stiles