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 hide
Behind the excuses.
She knew;
He knew.

But it was easier to hide
Than let everything
Fall apart.

©2020 Booky Glover

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