On the cusp of forgiveness,
she is teetering now.
For a week she has agonized,
wondered just how
it turned out she was no longer
the one and only
one he talked to when
dread made him lonely.
For him it seemed to evolve
with the passage of time
from bursts of outrage, then glares that never abated
into silence sublime
Much easier to cope with shouting, being hated
She stopped asking questions,
he'd learned to stop
answering, he just said he was sorry,
and let his head drop,
avoiding hurtful admissions
that caused only pain.
The mere friendship he'd tried to explain
simply would not, could not fit in her brain.
He'd once admitted that for this friend
he held a place in his heart
From the heart he had given her,
he'd taken a part.
He had vowed to be hers for his lifetime, she thought.
But finding this friend, look what he had wrought.
If in pain he had turned to a friend,
he was wrong,
this friend in his heart
simply did not belong.
How to force him to choose,
once and for all?
Still keeping her balance,
avoiding a fall.
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