This Circus Act

Negation of
everything
we zero in on.

Recent conversation
limited to terse
nonbinding details.

Light in her eyes
darkens when I whisper
complicated truths.

From different rooms
we watch the eclipse
feeling it happen.

Accusations
flying back and forth
like lost acrobats.

Just another thing
to repair with whiskey
till it doesn't work

All answers obscure
to whatever I ask
even the weather.

Love's circus act
Juggling doubts
until I overhear her

reserve room in hotel
with a new rogue
vanishing doubt.