In the middle of
All the noise,
The fake kisses and
Fabricated mirth,
...
They seem to only admire
What other people like,
As if the only element
That lends authenticity
...
For a while
It was no longer happening.
They wondered why.
It all returned to
...
Without any fanfare
He's not there anymore,
For no apparent reason.
Divergent lives,
...
Although she hadn't expected it
To take up so much time,
It did, requiring her
To set aside things
...
It all seemed to be
Going so well,
Friendly, enthusiastic interactions
Jarringly replaced by something
...
Awful people covering
For others like them,
A putrid syndicate of
Craven aristocrats,
...
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Answer
I can tell
As he's talking that
He's somewhere else.
I ask him about it
Without receiving
A clear answer.
Sometimes
Questions
Aren't welcome.