He did not confess to me.

but he may as well have.

He did not look me in the eye and admit it.

but he may as well have.

He did not say it out loud.

but he may as well have.

He did not whisper it under his breath.

but he may as well have.

He could not lie to me,

not even a white one.

His lips read far too easily.

His eyes darted far too quickly.

His voice spoke far too fast.

And i may as well have been

a priest.

Sat behind a slotted screen

in a church confessional.