i’m getting better at keeping still as you walk away,
at not pleading with you through my eyes
not punctuating last words with wistful sighs-
at not betraying how I want you to stay.
i’m becoming adept at not whispering your name.
don’t worry, sweet love, i won’t cry.
my darling, my baby, don’t look so surprised-
two can play at this sort of game.