Truths

In the bushes where the mind wanders
as grassy blades of thoughts
that hide their meaning,
one afternoon of quiet,
a simple stare into the ordinary
and suddenly the world changes
all you know vanishes
from what you expect to be tomorrow.

When it is comes
like some discovery,
sharp as a knife stuck in the chest,
the piercing pain of truth,
it slicing away at your reality.

When the view
finds the one you presume
was the love of your life,
who is kissing somebody else,
hands must decide
if you slip away and pretend it never happen
or face that fact
with knowing what you cherish most
will die in the confrontation.