If the object of my love
Is a lie
What of my love?
I like to think sometimes that
Love is a promise
Fulfilled
When kindred spirits meet again
– yet
Can I say that it is you
That I have recognized?
If the object of my love
Is a lie
What of my pain?
Did I recognize a face in the crowd
And wave at a stranger
Who happened to smile back?
If the object of my love
Is a lie
Am I mourning
The loss of you?
Or the loss of a promise?
If the object of my love
Is a lie,
Only silence
Remains
