Pretending to Miss It All

In conversations, I nod, play dumb,

while knowing the truth sits heavy and cold.

A mutual friend’s laughter, the quiet hum,

but I feign ignorance, let the story unfold.

A half-open letter lies waiting for me,

each word a secret I buried too deep.

Pretending to miss it feels safer, you see,

while truth pulls me closer, into shadows I creep.