He played games
That felt quite real to her.

He lied to her,
Little lies usually, and
Big lies for special occasions.
Then there was everything he didn’t say,
And the things he forgot altogether.
The things he pretended too.

She started pretending too,
That she didn’t care.
That she was stronger than his lies.
That she didn’t hear his false words,
Or notice the impenetrable silent spaces in his explanations.
There were things she forgot too, like why she ever loved him.

Then she changed the rules of her game.
She pretended she hated him,
That she didn’t need him, and
That she was better without him.
That they had never met ,
And that he didn’t exist at all

Until it became real.
She could play too.


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