I’m staring at him, but I can’t see him. All I see is your face, carved into my mind; immune to the constant scrubbing of my memory. I’m trying to listen to him speak, but all I hear are those dreams of yours; all I hear are those secrets that you’d tell no one else.
I try to force you out of my mind, but your presence lingers. Those thoughts of you warm and hurt me all the same.
He takes my hand to hold, but it’s no good, because it’s not you. My body cringes, not knowing what to do. Not knowing that to be unfaithful, you must be together.
But it doesn’t know any better.
It pains me all the same.
But this will do, I’ll pretend he’s you and pretend that you’re pretending she’s me.
All of a sudden your dreams are his, his face is yours, and it’s your hands holding mine.
Not his, just yours.
I don’t know any better. It calms all the same.