We can say anything but the truth

Good nights that really mean I wish you were here

Bland sideways smile that hide the real toothy grins

Ever present anticipation

Playing it cool when desire burns just below the surface

Pictures that are about everything but

Jokes that are 50% true

Patterns that repeat, never getting anywhere

Colouring books with outlined edges but no colour

waiting to be coloured in

Are we fooling ourselves or just each other?