Changing Faces

I bet you
she's tired
of the faces.

But
she doesn't
show it.

Everyday
she watches
as the couples
come in.

They're in love,
completely in love,
overwhelmed with its
intoxication.

She imagines them
contorting in
temporary ecstasy
behind thin walls,
behind thinner lies.

The faces change.

Drunk with misery
and jealousy,
eyes glossed over,
slurred remarks
of delusional memories.

The faces turn
their ugliest.

The mask of love
removed.

The couples leave,
sometimes together,
back behind their thin walls,
their thinnest lies.

She closes up,
tired,
only to go back
to her own
misery.

She returns
the next day
to do it over
again.

I bet you
she's tired
of the faces.

But,
she's a pro.

I've never seen her
show it.