Her Secrets

I was talking to a women one morning, while she was weeping and gasping for air, the life had gone out of her marriage because of a departure inside her lovers heart. She was lost without his solace. She started unlacing her shoes, she was going to take him off and leave with her heart.

There were discovered secret talks with too much meaning somewhere between the waters and the shore. The one had spoken them the other one had discovered and she was given a name.

I was talking to a women one morning, while she was weeping and gasping for air. Her man was talking to too. His story was the same but he wants me not to tell, about the women between the water and the shore. I hope they come to terms, I hope she never asks again what I may have to tell.