Betrayal

Sitting across the table

Sipping coffee

You smile at me

As the warmth spreads

into my being

I hear you

Tell other guests at the table

My confessions made to you

In the privacy of our room 

Realizing too late

That the smile was

Indeed a smirk

Of malicious intent

Not that of a lover!

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