I paid.
For the food, I mean.
God knows I've been paying ever since.
We sit. We pray. We eat.
I know she suspects me,
But I can't bring myself to explain.
To give reason.
For her to know.
I start.
I know she can't be taking it
As well as she is.
Can her dry eyes possibly be
Sincere?
I begin to explain.
For hours, it seems.
Reason after reason.
But none of substance.
She knows that.
The reasons don't matter,
I have done it
Regardless.
I have torn her apart.
Even now, I struggle
To assemble the pieces--
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