sure
we can pretend
that our differences
don’t really matter

that the drizzle outside
is just a wet blanket
like the one
that covers us
when we try to have fun

and
when we kiss goodnight
we’re not really going
to bed mad

but what good does it do
to make believe we’re happy

they say
love is hard
it’s work
but it has to be
worth working for

we loved
once

i still love you
mostly
but the grass
the drizzle falls on
seems greener
and you
are tired of seeing me
look out the window