The Liar

THE LIAR



When the night turned cold and still,

she went outside for a stroll,

and from the forest, loud and shrill,

a saddened, mournful howl arose.



The gravel crunched beneath her steps,

but she kept walking for a way,

until the shadows blocked the moon,

and in one place she dared to stay.



Then, across the waving field,

a silhouette against the sky,

she saw his figure standing there,

gasped for breath, uttered a cry.



Could it be that it was him,

after oh, so many years?

Had he returned to hold her close,

right his wrongs, and dry her tears?



Then the wind picked up a bit,

the stars twinkled, and he was gone,

and she was left alone again,

left alone to face the dawn.



Oh, the dread of what was next,

to wake and know her deepest fear,

this nightmare of losing him,

was all too real and so severe.



It brought her sobbing, to her knees,

in denial of the truth,

she never had him after all,

and so he wasn't hard to lose.



After a short time, she arose,

closed her eyes so tired and red,

thought of finally going home,

then sat down and thought instead.



Should she forever spend her time

chasing ghosts of memory?

Piecing together broken dreams

and missing him so horribly?



No one ever told this girl

that loving one could hurt so bad,

and losing him would hurt so much,

despite the trying times they had.



She lay down, stared at the moon, and

declared him dead to her,

he never loved her in return,

silently, the stars concur.



So now she whispers to herself,

denies the only love she knew,

to ease the pain and carry on,

living life as liars do.



But deep inside her broken heart,

the words repeat without ado.

Can't stop the pounding in her ears:

I love you. I do.

I do.