A Discovery Has Been Made

The words meant nothing really.
The deed is all too forgivable.
What is not, is the revelation.
The moment of discovery
In which I passed through the mirror
And clever decorations,
To be brought before a truth unexpected,
Which you hid either in politeness or fear.

What is done and said can be explained.
Hidden depths just exist
Beyond reason, logic, sense, intention.
A discovery has been made.
You might deny or excuse, but something lingers.
It is now mist in air.

We all have these depths,
I know only too well sometimes.
But hope always pushed mine aside,
And love has kept them locked away, even for such angry times.
You did not love me
Enough to throw away such a heavy key.