Betrayal

A kiss.
A touch.
Our love is growing.
The betrayal growing.
More kisses.
More touches.
More betrayal.
Who is he?
Who is she?
A lock of the door.
Touches of another person.
Who are they?
Them who like to betray.
Who are they?
Them who like to touch what isn't theirs.
A secret,
Found out.
A fight.
No make ups.
A door swinging open.
Tires squealing on the asphalt.
Someone left crying.
No more kisses.
No more touches.
Who was he?
Who was she?
No one apparently.