Making Believe

How long to carry on this pretense

That, yes, I am now fine

Making believe that you are just away on another

Of your many leavings

But how to walk

In the shade of the trees

And the flowers on a path

You loved and often walked home

Without feeling you beside me.

Perhaps it was best

You left with a goodbye

Yet so much remains unsaid

Through the off and on years together

As it turns out, we hardly knew each other.