Without Trust

            or, the radioactive glow of secrets. 

 

The sad-eyed woman seated at a marble cafe table gently puts down her phone and, with tears wetting her cheeks, removes her wedding ring - placing it on a saucer.
Taking out a notebook, she begins to write: 

Too many secrets cracked the cosmic egg.
Too many secrets caused a lover to lag.
Too many secrets dimmed the sun.
Too many secrets caused love to run.

Then came the time of silence and dark.
Cause love was in choke.
Nothing was said. Nothing to hark.
As sadly, for some time, no words were spoke.

Along came regret. 
What did you expect?
Is it time to return.
Or will true love just burn?

If not for those secrets,
All would have been well.
But secrets are toxic
They ring like a bell.

What will we do now,
when trust is demolished?
What's  to be expected?
Will more lies be polished?

Don't come to her with flowers,
or more prevarication.
She's had enough of mendacity -
it's seen as aberration.

You really should hide, 
Trust has been ruined
Without trust, sail away on the tide.

Do what is destined. 

She stops and gathers her possessions. Leaving the cafe she enters a waiting car.

"Take me home, Jimmy. I have to pack."

"Taking a vacation, ma'am?"

"In a way. It's actually an abandonment. In the end, everything falls apart."

A thunderstorm breaks loose over the city.

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©Ellen Pepper 2025

“We all have secrets. Most are guilty, a few are wretched and some are too precious to share.”
~ C.L. Taylor