Charade

The silence is surreal.

Across the
room

You look at me as if
you've

Just discovered I'm a
cheat.

Your eyes staring out from
behind

A glass frame focus on the
truth.

In disguise as
myself.

The cheap wine and
lingerie

Can't erase my
identity.

My guilty thoughts give me
away

Like naked skin pressed against
him.

Afterwards he moves
away,

Rolls a cigarette. Kisses
me

Like it was just another
cliche.

Later, in this same
space

You'll tell me you love
me,

With
feeling...

But already I feel his
absence burn.

Tonight, while you
sleep,

I'll think of him and wonder

If this charade will end.

Then
I'll look at you

And know that it
won't.