Between the Lines
Time
to tell me the truth
to burden your mouth for what you say
no pieces of paper in the way. Because I can’t continue
pretending to choose
these opposite sides on which we fall
and loving-you-laters, if at all. No right minds
could wrong be, this many times? My memory is cruel.
I’m queen of attention to details
defending intentions if he fails. Until now.
He told me her name.
It sounded familiar in a way.
I could’ve sworn I’d heard him say it 10,000 times. If on