15 April 2008

Charade


Ok,
it’s not
working so
magnificently,
reality tastes worse
than a dose of medicine
placed in a mouth used to
sweets. So let’s play charades.
All you do is pretend you’re
somebody I really think
I like and I pretend
I adore you
and
I
fall
in love,
or act as if I
did. So we go get
married and then one
day you wake up and say
– but I was only pretending!
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear.
You’ll say it’s for real
and get angry but
it won’t matter
because it’s
just a cha-
rad-
e.
© 28 March 2008, I. D. Carswell