It hung in the air, the word;
the question finally asked.
Knew full well that you had heard,
your face impassively masked,
save for that slight hint of grin.
A stretch of silent years borne;
poor excuses wearing thin,
as are the promises sworn.
Thick silence pervades the room;
enveloped in cloy embrace
of stale scent, a strange perfume.
So, you stare, with frozen face.
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