mind ful

what went through
her mind
is a mystery to him
or maybe to him and
him, for to be completely
honest
would be difficult,
because she is not
sure
who to be honest
to
much
less
what she can dare be honest
about.
she knew this going in,
of course, not imagining
or
being
able
to predict the going out.
there is the chance,
for there
is
always
a chance,
that she was able to compartment
her comportment
when it came time to
slip into
the
new
pair
of arms. but it is more
likely
not, for she knows the
line
of
demarcation, even though
she
pretends it does not exist;
she knows the moment of
betrayal, even though
she
would not like
to think of
it
as that;
she knows the points
of
no
return, even though
she pretends
there
are none.
all that is left
is
the
most difficult
decision:
letting
go – or not.
can she; might she
would she;
and, most importantly: did
she?