This Is Our Lie

I thought I saw a line.
I knew I saw a crease.
You think that after time I don't recognize these.
I look at your face and into your blue-green eyes.
There I saw a trace of another one of your lies.
You look at me and say "Honey, did you hear?."
I smile and say "Yes, dear."
I die a little more today.

SG Wallace


A very old poem of mine.