Fifty Hours

In the light it was a shock,

So many minutes for so long.

The connection was kept a secret,

Known only to yourselves.

 

Seeking counsel or something more,

In the bid to erase a home.

What they call a friendship,

Has created so much pain,

For someone you once adored.

 

Only done throughout the week,

When his injured was away.

Were fifty hours even enough?

To hear what each wanted to say?

 

A deep connection hidden from the sight

Of two others, it was not right.

And only done when alone,

How could two others have not known.

 

How pure a friendship could it be,

When two others can not see?

Stolen minutes turned into hours,

How can one of the two see nothing wrong,

With stealing the hours from the other two

 

Self-justification for this course,

Makes them believe that it was right.

But their deep connection is still kept from sight,

The self righteous are always right.

 

 

 


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