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“Symphony for Lies”
or “To Tell a Stranger”

Red Chatham

You once told me you’ve never been in love
that you never learned
or maybe you forgot.

You told me
because there was a man
and you felt nothing
You told me, you said,
because sometimes it’s easier
to tell a stranger.

still you would lie “no”
when he asked was something wrong
You really meant,
“I want you to be happy.”

The friction between what you’ve said
and what you do
makes you beautiful.

But happiness only goes so far
beside sadness emptied of tears.

You told me you never loved
because you didn’t have the courage
because somewhere down the line
you chose not to
and love, you said, was a choice.

I wonder, then, if I chose to love you
as you sat there talking
and I wonder if you chose to be jealous
when he left you for requited love.

Were you reaching for something you’d been?
something better, something clean?
unknowingly begging forgiveness
Did you hate yourself
when you weren’t moved by his form
retreating before the moon?
Do you still feel nothing
when you think of me?

Because all it does now
is burn.

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