It wasn’t yours. 

A burden, perhaps – yes

For me, as well. 

One that I saw in my eyes 

Every morning, noon, night. 

A mistake. Forgiven. Forgotten. Meaningless.  

A secret. 

But not yours to share beyond these walls. 

Beyond this bond. This agreement. This pact. 

Not to be spoken aloud. 
But now that’s done. 

It’s out. Your fault. 
Now, when I see it staring back

It will be from the eyes of another. 
Another who is not involved 

Who does not understand 

And was never supposed to. 

It wasn’t yours. 

And now it’s not mine either.