A Bird

I check my phone for the text I know you haven't sent, finding his instead.

"Thinking of you. ;)"

I lie to myself, and force a smile. A bird in hand and all that.

"You too, babe."

If my reply is lacking, he's polite enough not to say. He will not ask questions to which he does not desire an answer.

You were great about asking questions; you just never wanted answers at all.

My phone buzzes again, and I automatically look for it to display your name.

But it never does.

It's always his.