Not A Confession // Don

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My guilt’s not proven, please don’t call me a sinner.

I was holding her hair while the lights grew dimmer.

It was unexpected and out of the blue but she asked

Whether I would like to make her heart run fast.

This is not a confession, you won’t understand

How it felt different when we lied by the sand.

Her fingers were shaky, her thoughts were so far –

You won’t get it… But I knew she’s found another, a new start.

Please stop yelling, you can’t interrogate me without proof!

Once again – when I saw her that day, I was aloof,

Mild-mannered, not furious at all, I let her slide

Deep into the lips of another lover

She couldn’t hide.

I’ve got to go, there’s no point if this is a frame-up.

Jealousy’s stupid, not at all what I’m made of!

Her shirt smelled like sandalwood that day, no surprises,

You can’t escape hot water you boil yourself in

And then cry when it rises.

Don’t worry, I’ll show myself out of this place.

Most murders like this never bring forward a case.

Yes, I’ll be awaiting a call from you but take precautions –

My baby lost her breath but I’m the one left dealing

With phantoms and lawyers.

Be cautious, Sir, be cautious.

-JW