The Cheated
A tissue is handed
Through the air
Did you think it would
Catch my tears
As you said, "Goodbye"?
You pretended
To love me
I can pretend
It doesn't hurt
As I hand the tissue back to you
Your stance becomes unstable
Tears fill your eyes
For the cheater has been cheated
You vanish into the distance
Carrying the last of your scent away
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2008
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