My heart stops  as you reach out

And take my face in your hands.

No words bear more meaning

Than those that curl out of your mouth.


Hurt wraps its fingers around longing

As they both fight to be felt.

Neither of us is surprised by how it plays out:

Me too, I say  as I match your smile.


It ends, as usual, when we start pretending.

You say it’s complicated between us

I nod in silent agreement;

It only is because you make it so.