"It's not."

It's not real change, he said.

She waited for a moment and asked him what he meant.
His jaw muscles flexed.
He stopped them because he didn't know what else to say.
Or what he wanted to be said back to him.

Pretty words.

That's all.

Oh, she said.
And looked around.

I don't mean that.
One of them said.

This is what I mean,
And he wiped his lips from his face
blank skin

He took her hand
placed on her palm
nothing new
but different.

Her hand to her lips
Kissed the smile

You're right, she said.

About what?
I don't want to say.

He shrugged.
"It happens."



~to SMR