Past secret lovers
Moved about the kitchen
Neither one looked to the other
While the bitter silence deafened their ears
And dried out their voices
He was dying to ask her questions
And she was dying to explain

Do you ever miss me?                                           
                 ­                      Every single day.
Do you still love me?                              
Of course. A piece of me
will always be yours.

She began to walk away as he finally looked up to meet her eyes.

"Does he treat you well?"                                     
Better than anyone else has before.