Sometimes Life’s Like That by Jill Stockinger
It is a smile
(but not really)
tethered to your face
(but not really)
that gives me courage
(but not really)
to ask earnestly for your forgiveness
(but not really)
and you say, convincingly
(but not really)
that you forgive me
(but not really)
and we go on being a loving couple
(but not really).
Then one day arrives
(really)
and you say you are tired of half-truths and lies
(really)
and it is time to end this sad affair
(really).
Surprised that I feel confused
(really),
I ask, “Where will you go?”
(really)
and you say, “Anywhere but here,”
(really)
and I ask, “Really?”
And you say, “Really.”
And it’s over, just like that.
I say, “I’m sorry it’s ending this way,”
(but not really)
and you leave California for New York
(really)
and two years later, I get a newspaper clipping
(really)
saying you're getting married
(really)
and I don’t like the looks of the fellow
(really)
but I think maybe it’s just the photo
(but not really).
I send a cheap present along with my best wishes
(but not really)
and I tell myself I had a narrow escape
(but not really).
As real as all that.