She told me so herself. She did not
understand how a man
could be such a coward.
I did not, either. I just
assumed they all were. It surprises
me to think she once thought
he was not. Where are those days,
I ask. She told me I lived through
them. I did not know. I did
not notice. I did not need to.
See, actions speak
— not louder than words,
but a language that goes beyond
syntax and what they imply. He
never spoke to me. He says he tried,
but I do not want
I wonder how am I
to face him tomorrow. Or the next
day. Who knows when he is coming.
He is as afraid as I am,
only he does not know. He