Strange voice, soft tone
Rash deed, I am alone
Small hints, different smile
Heedless, in denial
A nasty silence halts the air
Every molecule holding its breath
She just stopped in the middle of a sentence
Slight warning would’ve been fair
Was it something I did?
Or something I said or not?
Her face is a riddle or a blank
Depending on who’s reading it
Shallow breathing and nervous eyes
I’m giving myself away
With every passing moment
Way too late to be telling lies
Who am I to pass judgement?
I’m just a humble servant
Whose fate is trembling on a thin line
Of her tolerance or resentment