You frightened me less with the inevitable news
Than with the truth you left unsaid;
Less with the fact you called me at all
Then the tremble in your voice.

You're lying to me, aren't you?
And crying when you hang up?

I know the dilemma I think you've found,
It's a place I occasionally see.
I respect your ability to bottle it up,
Please don't. That's the last thing I need.