middle of the week

every eye avoidedwhat might they seeif they look too deeplyevery glance avertedwhat could one lookgive away in a secondmaybe every sin confessedmaybe every indiscretion revealedmaybe every secret spilledso don’t look this wayso don’t say my namejust forgetany mention of mejust forgetany thought of melet me fade silentlyfrom your memory So I’m amusing myself with the…