I have always had an aversion to it
I would blurt out the worst
If you would show me pretence
Of care
Of love
Of togetherness
Of being one
No no don’t do that
I am old now
Enough to understand
Pretence
I won’t blurt out things
I wouldn’t put up to it
My duties fulfilled
There I am done
Now I know
Pretence

Too lost
To find
Words, far behind

Bridges everywhere
No destination
Destined

Spaces built
Indoors empty
Felt

Don’t look deep
The end‘s nowhere
To find

Flowers simmer
In summer, a relief
April showers

I know it’s you
Can see the similarities
Even though masked

I know it’s you
I have an instinct and I know
That’s true

But who is to say
Masks protect, so we wear
A sight, not rare