I'll be okay, I said,
And hunted high and low, behind his back;
On the shelves of pretence.
Besides, this isn't forever, He said.
I through his notes of fate and uncertainty;
Nodded in agreement. I put it on,
Looked up, pleading through my eye slits to his,
He averted his, and I saw them glistened;
Taking your warmth with you? I asked, Fidgeting with a mask too small to fit;
Yeah, and some of yours too, I'll be needing it.
I forced it on, It cracked. Right in front of him.
He sealed it up with a touch.
Fingertips against my bare face.
He lifted them up, with them as though drawn in like a reel,
Went a part of me;
I turned my back and he turned his.
I looked over my shoulder ever so often,
Caught his eye, watched it glisten and turn away.