Casey looks at me,

eyebrows knit together

in frustration

and

confusion

my hands are in my lap

tucked together

holding on

to each other

as if

they were holding on

to someone else

"What's different?"

he asks me

but I don't respond

because I don't want him to know

that I don't

love him

anymore

"nothing" I respond

but he doesn't believe me

because his eyebrows

are still knit together

in frustration

and maybe

a little bit

of understanding

"Is it someone else?"

he asks me.

"No," I lie

but he knows

"It's her, isn't it."

he doesn't say her name

but my head still snaps up

at the mention

of her

and in my reaction

he has

his answer

he squeezes his temple

just next

to his knit eye brows

that now don't look

so menacing

any more

"How did you know?"

I whisper

because I'm scared

that she'll hear me

from her house

on the other side

of town

"Because, Jane."

he says

"You look at her

like she hung

the moon."

I look at him

and suddenly it hits me

"It's because

she did."