“To be honest, ” she said as if <br />lying would be nothing new, <br />“I seriously thought about <br />not telling you.” <br /> <br />The sentence rolled between them <br />like a marble on a table <br />with uneven legs – <br />never finding a place <br />to fall still. <br />She watched, <br />wondering if he’d pick it up - <br />scared that he would, terrified <br />that he may not, <br />she waited. <br /> <br />He said simply, “I’m glad you did.” <br /> <br />And she… <br />suddenly wished she hadn’t.<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-marbles-a-coffee-shop-tragedy/
