Your Deceitful Hour

I didn’t mean to walk in, On your deceitful hour. When I came upon you both, It drained me of all my power. I could not breathe, I could not speak, I could not stand, My legs became weak. So I stood behind the building, Trying not to cry, Making sense of all the things that didn’t add up, Now I see the truth of the lie. Should I try and confront you? Or should I bite my tongue? Should I tell of the deceitful thing I saw? Should I ask you what I did wrong? All of these questions, Revolving around my head. I hope, I pray, I was imagining things, For without you, I’d sooner be dead.