On the surface, things are fine;
Smiles are filled with teeth,
But you never really know
What's roiling underneath.
Sometimes tiny fissures form
Releasing and revealing
Resentments tucked away that you
Believed were long past healing.
Moving forward there's a choice -
To deal or to pretend,
But talking is the only way
That there's a chance to mend.
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