Between the lines

I read between the lines,

the expression on her face didn't match

the well chosen words.

The chair felt hot on the seat of my jeans

but my thighs were cold from melting snow.

we ordered wine and I wanted to empty

my glass quickly.

I know the truth when I hear it

whether the words are my own

or someone else's.

I can detect lies instantly by the

tenor of the human voice, the 

shake in the handwriting, which

way the words slant.

the glass was empty,

I picked up my bag and

left.