I don't know what I would do. If this letter should fall into. Other hands than it should pass through. For other eyes. He said "It was nothing...it's over and done". But the rotten worm was burrowing still. Its spirit invades me bleeding me white. For other replies. I searched his pockets. I searched his eyes. I searched his wallet for clues and lies. And I found a number that I somehow dialed. A woman answered a woman smiled. Then she hung up on the silence unperplexed. Innocently spun her rolodex. I dialed again I could not resist. Revealing just the dentist receptionist. One day we'll laugh about it or maybe we'll curse. But there is one thing that is making it worse. And it's the lack of forgiveness that I can't disguise. No matter how well he lies. Now we don't know each other anymore. And when we touch our lips feel sore. I question the longing left in his sighs.