At the party you smiled a glint in your eyes

At the party, you smiled, a glint in your eyes,

crafting a story, soft-threaded lies,

your job’s not a dream, just a mask you maintain,

while truth hides beneath, in the shadows it reigns.

A drink on the table, condensation and weight,

the air thick with secrets, the burden of fate,

your laughter rings hollow, a note out of tune,

my silence a canvas, painted too soon.

Why didn’t I speak up? Why not voice the ache,

that truth, like a stone, has begun to forsake?

You take another sip, the night rolls along,

and I swallow my words, feeling something's wrong.