The Din of Silent Sin

As I bask in the glow

of your not knowing,

it warms me,

or warns me,

straight to the tips of my toes.

I never saw this coming...

I'd not be honest,

earnest, maybe,

honest, certainly not.

If I had worded the sentiment

a bit more carefully

it might have sounded more

as if I had meant it.

I did,

but I would still be surprised

if you had believed me.

You left your napkin folded,

draped across the back of your chair.

I was sure you'd return,

but you never did.

I imagine you would say I could have seen it coming,

but I never do, and I would say it was my fault,

disregarding your assertions to the contrary.

I saw it coming, but not from you.

The tales of napkins

are better told through some some other point of view.