No pause to make up a lie,
her voice steady and somewhat dreamy.
I think he is in love.
And that is something one should respect.
Love? Are you sure it is not just lush?
(Should I then say I felt the same
and so spoil the pleasure in her feeling guilty?)
Maybe time to change the tone.
Besides, is that your business after all?
I grab her thing with strain, a wolf's claw.
But I care...
Don't say I care when you don't,
keep it for when you really mean it.
She submits, her eyes fall heavily to the ground.
But I really care about you.
My heart rushes, a derailed train.
As a wheel spinning in the void,
a grin force its way into my dried mouth.
Yes, but maybe that is just not your business.
She tries to say something and stutters,
shutting herself inside a troubled silence.
I collect her words from the quivering lips,
those words I will bring home with me
as my dearest trophy.
