There's something wrong
when I see his phone on the couch
But he's not home
He's at the store
for sure
I say to myself
But my face slides down into it's familiar position because it knows
What I pretend not to
But it's hard to pretend
4 hours later
And it's hard to pretend
10 hours later
When I get off work and there's no new messages waiting
And even though I was cool
when he told me
he stole 700 dollars from me
It was hard to pretend
When he told me later
He'd been doing it for days