Came home today and as usual, you didn't 
have much to say.
It's the little things that work for you.
Drowning the sounds you haven't uttered.
Pummelling our love without saying a word.

We're willing crime victims.
Happily entertaining the thief, 
while he pilfers precious  things.
The spark in your eyes, your
warm touch, the irrepressible smile.
Concealed in plane sight, screwing us 
royally, with unbelievable guile.

I'd be the first to tell you.
Stop!
It's not happening anymore.
Nobody needs to cry.

I'd be the first to tell you.
Leave if you want to.
Life goes on.
We won't die.

I'd be the first to tell you.
Please Stay!
We can work it out. 
Let's try.

But I won't say a word.
Happy if you are.
Seen no evil, no rumours heard. 
So honey, turn the lights out 
when you go up to bed.
My favourite show is still on and 
there's a new novel I haven't read.

The burglar is still here.
Damned if I'm going to hide.
Over my dead body, that son of a bitch,
walks out of here with my pride.

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