It's not the first time
I have been
an unacknowledged paramour
slipped in and out
the servant door.
In all your grief of things you've lost,
I am not mentioned...
to my cost.
Yes, I am angry, and alone
no private grief for me --
I own
each single moment that we shared
when I imagined that you cared.
Deluded me. I was a spell
repeated often
written well
but always used in private space
unable to claim pride of place
A concubine, a chere amie...
you were much more than that to me.
Sincere apologies I send
that secret still
here at the end
I cannot speak your name aloud;
what we had lived
beneath a cloud.
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