a couple of feet apart,
as if they want nothing
to do with each other.
And I remember. “So,
are your parents back
together?” I know her
answer before she says,
Not really. He claims
he wants to come home,
but he still wants to work
with … with her.
His boss. And maybe
the woman he loves
more than he loves
his wife and daughter.
There’s a big alumni
party today. They only
came together to keep up
appearances. She starts
to tear up again, and
I pull her into my arms.
Kiss her forehead softly.
“It will all work out. I promise.”
WHY DO I PROMISE
Shit like that?
Then again, it
will
all work out.
Just not necessarily
the way she wants