Beneath the Lie
What lay beneath the lie
each time you said goodbye.
When you kissed my cheek
and I was too meek to resist?
What lay beneath the lie
when flowers would arrive.
Half dead carnations
with the weekly shopping?
What lay beneath the lie
when we lay together you and I?
Like statues cold and dead
in the marital bed.
What lay beneath the lie
that made me want to die?
You did not care for me.
Looking back, it's clear to see.
21/02/2017
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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