Silenced breathing,
Expected feelings
Yet... I was , am, in the way.
Giving you no other choice,
To throw your eyes in the opposite direction
Like a knife hitting the wrong apple,
on top the wrong head.
You knew my name,
You knew my face,
You knew my husband.
You knew these eyes
But that door lead inside me, once
When yours were shut tight
Occupants left to guess
If they're allowed to stay
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