Dawning
Her heart slowly sank
Stuttering into stillness.
It had been a lie.
What a mess! Ruins!
As far as the eye can see
Or the heart can feel.
Planning
Standard protocol
Rage, confront, scream and then leave,
But that fixes naught.
Pretend not to know
Then…, well…, it didn’t happen.
Nothing wrong now, right?
Executing
Awkward silence, then
Talking, sliding to yelling
Tears. Stumbling on.
Sadness, loss and hurt
Gradually taking new form
Fragile and unknown.