Here’s a poem about a (probably) dying romantic relationship. It started as a song lyric (in my head), but I’m no musician. So, the words morphed into this here poem.
There’s Truth in the Lies You Tell
The room is empty – We sit side by side
You say you’re sorry – You’re tired
The room is empty
The phone keeps ringing – You know it’s me
You’ll say you’re sorry – You’re busy
The phone keeps ringing
She smiles right at you – You wink right back
You say you’re sorry – You’re just playing
She smiles right at you
I know you’re sorry
And that you’re tired
I know you’re busy
And that you’re just playing around
There’s truth in the lies you tell
Nothing Ever Happens on My Street 