Her Bitter Pill

“Just swallow!” she said.
It seemed without care.
Not a drink...
Or something sweet,
Just a look of contempt,
From the kitchen sink.

So down it went,
That bitter pill.
Its taste still remains...
Where forgiveness should be.

Now years have passed,
But the truth is the same,
Did I need that truth...
From the one I loved?

That bitter pill,
I thought was a cure.
But, it made things worse,
Since she's been gone.

I pretend that it worked,
But they can see in my eyes,
Truth is hard to swallow,
When it has no effect.

When she walked out that door,
And never looked back,
Her truth it seemed,
Was different to mine.

When I should be me,
I only see us...
In that kitchen sink,
Where hopes and dreams,
Were washed away.

Replaced by this,
A taste that remains,
Of her bitter pill,
Her truth...not mine.