The Mirror Cracked

The truth felt like a stone I couldn't lift. Cold from the hand of one

who wore your smile. A single lie became a widening rift,

that mocked the trust we built across the while. He moved like smoke between the

life we kept, a silent footstep on our settled floor. I felt the

ground tilt under me and wept, not for the act but what it opened more.

For in that strike, the world I knew was split. A mirror cracked

along its deepest line. The fragment showed the love I lived with it,

yet held a stranger's shadow over mine. I carry now the truth that