poetry

Excuses

She didn't mean it,It was just a fling.He slapped her,It was the devil's handiwork.She mocked her friend,It was only concern.He ignored her calls for days,Work was exhausting.It was easy to hideBehind the excuses.She knew;He knew.But it was easier to hideThan let everythingFall apart.©2020 Booky Glover Booky's Poetry