Rebecca

Rebecca.
I don’t know her
Except that she is the woman
With whom my best friend is having an affair.
Or so his wife tells me

She called me
I didn’t want to know
Forbidding me to share her secret
The one I didn’t ask for in the first place
So now I feel guilty, too

Party to another’s lie
Yet, helpless to assist
“Just keep an eye on him,” she’d said
How do I do that, I thought!
And anyway, what for?

Now it’s in my brain
This uninvited confidence
Cluttering my thoughts, my friendship
She’s shared her pain – or so she thinks
But I won’t be the messenger.

© Pip Burley January 2012

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