Perhaps

Perhaps I knew, but was benign to the simple beauty of her design. The raven hair, the candid frame, she wore her elegance just the same. Perhaps I knew, but closed my eyes when she left heart-broken to cry. The silky tears, the swollen heart, the pieces lay in tiny parts. Perhaps I knew, but chose to lie. I was in-trenched in her demise. The bitter truths, the devious games, my cold bed draped with only shame. Perhaps she knew, but would not say. She wanted to leave anyway. She wanted him, he wanted her. On the isle their love concur, that she found her true destiny and it was not to be with me. Somehow I knew, but still pretend. I finally woke up, The dream had to end.