Make Believe

I misunderstand her question
as we stand out in the driveway
in the cool air that shows up
right after midnight.

Neither of us knows what
we’re doing or what the other
person wants and so we are quiet
while we add up all the numbers.

I think about the make believe
I overheard two sisters talking
about at a diner. Their family
sat at the booth behind our own.

In their world you could choose
someone from anywhere
to watch out for you,
and they spoke about how
their favorite stories
were their armor.

I finally broke the silence,
with the truth, the only
future I could imagine
was with her.
She shook her head
and said she couldn’t
picture anything.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s