First it was me Then it was we And we became us. In a blink it became I. I became the other woman. Once the object of your affection Now just an object An object receiving your silent rejection. She suddenly became the future me. The story of we. Stealing our us. A different kind of silence for her. One of omission A blanket of protection One that kept you from feeling her rejection. That omission of us The love we shared Made me the other Now a pure love that I had for you Became ***** and tainted A secret to be kept. I became the other woman With no rights to reach out No expectations allowed I had to wait and wonder While you pondered your quest I was left alone with questions I was left to manage all the unknowns She became the conversation The object of your focus Not excluded Left in the dark Alone. She became me And I became the other woman. Grieving alone A secret