You'd think you know someone
after living with them for
a few years. but, you'd be
to think such a ridiculous thing
For, who truly knows oneself better
than that person himself?
Years of loyalty and trust you give
to this person, but he takes that for
Of course he would *snicker*
I have come to the conclusion
that all men are
Sitting by candle light
I stare out the rain-stained window.
It's pouring a monsoon outside
but I can see a faint outline of a figure.
Moments escape. . .
Tick. Tock. Tick.
The door opens behind. And there he is.
"Oh! You are awake..."
"Where were you?"
At work doing over time, he tells me.
Walking to him, I catch a scent of
Taking off his drenched coat, I can see
the side of his face in the dim candle light.
A red smear. A pair of runny lip stains.
did he think the rain would wash
away the evidence and leave it