LIES

I try to believe that it’s best

that you’re gone, and yet,

when friends ask me about you,

I forget to answer them;

I casually divert

the conversation topic

to avert telling them

that we have separated;

I’m bound by foolish lies

I’ve perpetrated

—evasions of the truth,

things which suggest,

that you are here,

Your articles attest

to your presence–

a shirt upon a chair,

a subtle implication

that we share

this house still.

of course, I realize

someday they’ll learn the truth

and my disguise

may be ridiculed,

my foolish masquerade

exposed to all–my secret hopes

betrayed, until then

I would rather

live a lie,

by all my outward actions

would deny

your absence

and the greatest

of my fears, for now,

can be allayed…

for Oh, my dear!

I cannot face the truth

that you may be

never coming home

again to me.

 

Sandra Lee Smith 1984-85

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

that you are here; your articles attest to your presence—a shirt upon a chair, a subtle implication that we share this house, still. Of course, I realize, someday they’ll learn the truth and my disguise may be ridiculed, my foolish masquerade exposed to all—my secret hopes betrayed. Until then I would rather live a lie, by all my outward actions would deny your absence—and the greatest of my fears, for now, can be allayed…for Oh, my dear, I cannot face the truth, that you may be never coming home again to me.

 

Sandra Lee Smith (1984-85)

 

 

 

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