Us and Him

- He looks happy -
she says,
and I don’t dare question
such a statement of
Faith.

She believes enough
to leave behind
her worried state of mind,
the state of mind that
binds her eyes to his face.
And, if
in that face she finds
the signs of happiness,
I’ll leave her Faith be.

For me
that face
is the edge.
The edge of it all.
It’s all edges: crinkled skin and
the edge of him.
And he looks happy
- maybe he looks happy.

Perhaps.

His happiness is all that we have left
to hold us together,
at his side,
outside
all the bits and pieces of him
that we aren’t mentioning.
All that is left
is his happiness,
her faith,
and the questions
we should have asked.