A Form Of Betrayal

you look back
seeing another face in
dusk
you pretend you
cannot hear
what she is saying to you
and you continue
doing
what she thinks was
all about
the two of you
in this presence
you look back again
and the face is
very clear now

by Sebastian Soberania

Comments (2)

A touching expression has been made on Autumn incisively. Beautiful poem.
Over empty fields or upland solitudes. Thanks for sharing it here.