Makeover

Couldn’t they redecorate he asked.
They could paper over the cracks.
Gloss over the imperfections.
Tidy up those loose ends.

They could move out. Move on.
Reinvent themselves elsewhere.
No one would ever know.
After the long night a new day.

They could do that couldn’t they?
He gripped the paint brush
and waited
to see what she had to say.