Between Holidays

I chose to believe you. Held my tongue as I buttered my bread. My heart beat harder, faster while I nodded, tried to think of something, anything safe to say. When you spoke, your eyes wandered over the Christmas tablecloth, smiled at our good dogs, studied the Fraser Fir in the corner, boughs bright with faerie lights. When you looked at me your mask was in place. I chose a peaceful meal- never mind the cost. I’ve hoarded better moments, and stockpiled trust. Maybe in the spring, I’ll ask again.