Dinner?
We both know it isn’t
It’s just what we say to keep conversation.
Anything to avoid the question
On both of our minds
You leave for four hours
I will stay here
Not thinking about what’s happening
Of what lies you tell
I even confront you
It’s not an easy thing to do
And your best excuse
Is that I don’t get it
And I am jealous…
OK.
What can I be doing wrong?
That you can’t be truthful
After 20 years, I think I have earned the truth
Not this.