Look at us
pretending we don’t care
with a shrug
inside I’m thinking
I want to fall to my knees
and dig, and dig, and dig
rub the dirt on my face
then just lay there, like it’s my grave
playing dead
But I just smile instead
take another gulp of chilled beer
and point out a bird perched on a branch near
we both share the moment
but behind our eyes, we’re so very different
perceiving what we can
but missing something, each
alone in each other’s hands.