Ending Romance Unspoken Between Friends

Nobody would know, but I
let her - somehow - know, that night, and that
killed the sibilence in her eyes.

The whole thing evering as a threefold lie:
in her head; my look; the happy place we sat.
Nobody would know, but I

had hidden in me what it took to make her cry:
that big band love outside the landromat -
that stone killed the neon in her eyes.

We entered; watched in silence dancing trousers die;
and touch the dress she bought, (to match the hat,
which nobody would know) but I

hid that sign; repaired those flies;
stowed the romance waxing fat-
still killed the sibilence in her eyes

and the sense of continuity that implies-
and the sense of romance rollered flat-
it killed the sibilence in her eyes;
and nobody would know,
but I.