Don't you like the word incognito?
I like that word...
It reminds me of someone,
But I can't remember who....
Oh, she cried
Oh, she sighed
Would she ever be the same?
Could she even say his name?
No, she Would not
And no, she Could not
He had left her all alone there,
Left to cry and sigh and moan there.
Left to think about the past they'd shared.
Did she think he'd ever even cared?
Yes, she had.
Oh, how sad.
How could she be that naive?
Did she really think he wouldn't leave?
No, she knew he would.
To settle down, he never could.
Alas, to him she'd given her trust,
And now he's left her in the dust
"But," she told herself, "Not again!"
She'd fall no more to the lies of men!
He was gone.
She'd move on.
Her eyes still wet, she shaky stood.
Her mind was sharp, her heart was good.
Anger there was non-existent,
For she knew he would be penitent
So she lit a light and cooked a meal
She knew her wounds would eventually heal
To God's Word she will indeed listen
Yes, the Betrayer will be forgiven
And on this night, and nights there after,
She'll pray to God for his health and laughter