A beautiful lie

Everything is fine.

(We're coasting. We followed the path that was clear, ignoring the poking brambles that were only held back by a little bit of hope and a little bit of will. They sprang loose one by one. Those times we couldn't work together toward a goal, and those times we couldn't agree on the goal. Those times he boldy stated what he knew about me - but was wrong. The time I birthed a baby and couldn't tell he was in the room. The times he was inattentive and the times he gave attention I didn't want. The times I was silent. The times I wasn't silent but found my communication didn't land. The times I wasn't silent but found I couldn't communicate anymore. The times we go over and over all these times and don't feel any different. He carries a torch lit by so many right words, I pretend they might burn away the dead, damaged parts to make way for new growth. We are companions, partners, parents, and liars.)