Behind your back

I break the news

as gently as I could,

carefully omitting

the sharpest of shards.

You turn to me

slowly

and we stare into each other's eyes.

You watch me shape the words

of your rumored infidelity

as best I could,

and it was childproofing

a double edged sword.

I watch tiny red veins

slowly draw dainty tendrils

in your glassy eyes.

And I see your breast rise and fall

with heavy measure.

You finally open your full pouted lips and say

in a strangely calm voice

that it was nothing,

that I shouldn't give much thought to it.

I reply back that I am not troubled at all.

Yet in my heart hearts

this will be a lasting fixture

and the picture it paints

is worth more than a thousand words.