It was not given in writing
The words were never said
But she thought he understood
That word should not spread.
There was no bond for concealment
No promises to be kept
Yet he discussed it with his friends
In no time, it seemed
The whole world knew about -the unsaid.
The truth stared at her face
But she kept believing in the lies
And when she was ready to face it
It was of no consequence.
Probably he was a dropleton
Pretending to be something he was not.
Yet ...sometimes, it made her feel ill
This wasn’t right
It was their secret
She wondered, why could he not just be quiet.
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