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At the mention of a name,
Or the whiff of a fragrance
Deeply-loved and long-lost,
The scrap of a tattered love note
Tucked into books that you don't dare open.
But you cannot show you care.
Not any more.
You look to the needs of your family,
Which shrouds you in a cocoon of love
So tight, you dread the tender silken threads
Will unravel at the sharp edges
Hidden in the mysteries of your secret smile.
A passion hidden in your heart
Is safe in its crimson confines.
A love hidden from the world
Is never ridiculed.
You hold it tight as your veins are flooded
With the strength of a love so intense
You feel your heart will burst.
You are sure the world can hear
As your heart does its tumultuous leaps.
But you must hold on. Tight.
For fear of the labels.
Home-breaker. Adulterer. And more.
For fear of the pain
You foresee in the trusting eyes of your little ones.
For fear of your partner's look
Of absolute disbelief. And the sound of his heart
Splintering into shards that pierce you.
And you go on. Forever afraid
Of whispering the wrong name in the dark.
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