Suspecting something,
but who can it be.
I am not there,
no finger pointing at me.
He knows there is something,
you are no longer the same.
You try to avoid him,
when he calls your name.
In just over a week,
we will be home free.
Can you hold out,
will he let you be.
When the day comes,
it may be no surprise.
He will then know,
that you wore a disguise.
But who is the man,
who has taken the prize.
When he finds out,
he will ask lots of whys.
