I look at your face. It hides a hundred secrets. It’s difficult to be with you, for I’m not party to those secrets. Those hooded eyes, for example. What lurks behind them? They look inscrutable, but I know they’re full of anger. You think you’ve wasted your life by marrying me. Nothing much matters any more. Our lives are in stasis; we’re merely waiting for the end. Your hair went white years ago, even though you conceal it with hair-dye. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me and I with you. We’ll just have to put up with it, that’s all.
Published in Issue #24