This, I Expect, Was an Accident

It took me a while to figure it out,
you know.

But once I did,
I let it lie.

I'm an easy one on
forgiving.

I hoped it would go away.

But there it was,
one day.

Staring me in the face
when I asked if I could check my messages.

Was that on purpose?

Contemporary psychology would have me
bet yes.

But I don't think so.

That's the optimist in me,
I guess.

The optimist isn't home right now though,
so it's harder,
right now.

What's interesting?

Your words were sweet,
about him.

My heart was crushed,
but when I closed them,
I was presented with the option
to destroy them for good.

I couldn't.

Even in that moment,
as always,
I was protecting what was yours.

I'm an easy one on

forgiving.

I let it lie,

and hoped it would go away.

I suppose it didn't after all,

considering.

This is only the second time I have told the truth,
about a woman.

The first was when I fell in love.