The truth

You were sitting there in that chair,

Which told a thousand stories,

I looked at you and knew that

You contained a pain I was much familiar with.

My eyes teared as I looked at you and this pain;

My pain.

A hundred layers of sorrow

And my eyes were mourning.

I thought I would feel the anger

I have been showing the world

Since the day you left.

Instead I felt pity.

Which turned into compassion,

When lightly touched by the feather of a kindred spirit.

You spoke no more than a few words

Covered in numbness.

I played the merry woman

Who forgot all about you.

And thus I spoke the Truth.