CHARADE OF SETTLING
Passion lacks between us.
I’ve known it for some time.
Yet, here I am–
in your house
on your couch
smiling as if you’re the one.
Can I really be this naive?
Can you?
Faking it
till we make it?
What kind of life would we have?
A charade:
Two words.
First word
Eye.
Second word.
Sounds like “gun.”
Oh I know!
I’m done!