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I Lied

We were sitting on the couch together 

She was curled up in my lap like a cat

When she looked up

And asked me

When the last time I cried was


I said, “Oh, I definitely cry. It's just been awhile . . .” 


I lied. 


“It's so sad when men cry.”


“Yeah . . .”


She didn't know that a few hours before

When I was trying to forget the fact that she had two more days in town with me

Before she flew back across the country 

That a few tears had rolled down my face 

Because I knew 

How much it would hurt

When she was gone. 


I lied because I didn’t want to make her sad. 


That’s probably a good reason to lie . . . 


-CH 6/25/25

 
 
 

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