Nearing Jordan

I remember the first time she lied to me

or at least the first time I knew for sure

the set of her jaw, so much like my own

snow fell just outside the car

we drove through it cold despite the heater

she watched the flakes through the side window

her eyes dark, so much like my own

her headphones broke the thump of our silence

she said she was a dancer

she said she was a dancer

but she wasn’t dancing now

I knew better because

I’d been pretending

to be something I wasn’t for years

so I guess she and I were just driving

through that autumn snow

telling lies to each other