There's always death between them. It's their work.
Always affected, he pretends he isn't; she
Let herself feel it, at the last. To be
The cause, not the solution - she had work,
Not done, to clear herself. And then to learn
That she was wrong again, thank God. Now he,
No matter how infuriating, free
From grave dirt, still some decency might learn.
There is no centre to which they'll return.
She won't forget the past, the lies, the smirk,
She's still uncomfortable. He's a jerk.
But he's forgiven her. That's one good turn.
Forgiven her, for free. She still won't work
With him. But she'll believe that he can learn.