Poetry

“Wake up Jane, got something to tell you,
 I have ceased to love you”.
“Oh, I knew it all along”, she said,
“but didn’t let you know I knew!”
“I knew you were soon done with me,
but made it up by a pretense of love,
and it must have been so painful for you”.
“Why, Jane? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“cause sometimes the best place for truth
is in the heart, that’s why!”
“what’s the truth you guarded in your heart?”
“it matters little to you, my selfishness”
“what selfishness?”, I cried,
“loving you knowing it would not come back!”
 
I woke up from the dream and knew….
I couldn’t let it out of my heart!