Look,
I learned late in life,
That lying is how you play the game.

It was only after her,
That I fully grasped
The importance of deception.

It never mattered how I felt,
Nor what I thought,
As I lay awake at night wondering where she was.


What mattered in the end was the myth.
The fable, the mime-silent girl at our table
How can I put a million pieces of us back together.

How.

Can we try?