She asked how to spell a word. I realized that whatever my answer might be, she'll spell it that way for months, maybe lifetimes. I suddenly felt myself wearing a huge winter coat of responsibility made of extinct soft morals. And I paused, as we hung in a nano-moment made of the universe. Finally I heard myself say: "M-E-A-O-W".

To be honest

it's not trust 

It's an expectation

that people won't change

their direction 

When they do

it's not betrayal

but just an incapacity

to accept the new