VI

And as her eyes shifted
His hand moved to hers
Her chest lifted
And her breath moaned a curse

Of early nights
Matching outfits
Matching smiles
And separate souls

And as his hand clenched hers, limp,
She drifted back to the perfection of yore.
The resentment dripped out of her nerves
And he asked for

Late nights
Matching outfits
Matching smiles
And what souls?