Slowly, softly, tears trickle down her cheeks.
Each saline drop filled with meaning and hurt;
All signs of a betrayal she did not seek.
The lies have stripped away the trust,
Leaving her vulnerable and bare,
With visible open wounds from the lie's deep cuts.
Perhaps she had no real reason or right
To expect the same love in return for her own:
This she ponders as the tears blur her sight.
Is she capapble of forgiving such awful disregard?
Is forgetting even the remotest possibility?
These many interogatives overwhelm her burdened heart.
