He and She

Every day, he said to her
words upon words
Full of heartfelt gestures,
yet said with a smirk.

She always smiled
and took them as farce
But when she went home
she wasn't sure what he meant

He sat in his room, and wondered
if by repeating himself
Gradually he spoke the truth
head in his hands, thinking of the girl

In her home, she hoped
maybe, just maybe for once
He wouldn't be the one with smiles
and his eyes on one more, one other

Both unsure of the other.