are you okay? when you first made the call I could tell that you weren't quite okay...

it's shell shock; the ringing, the flashing and
it won't stop; it won't stop.

are you sad dear? are you sad that you've
lost what you held near? are you sad?

are you broken? are you broken as the aching's awoken? did you break?

maybe one day. maybe one day you'll realise what to say; the right thing.

am I mad, though? am I mad that you've thrown all we had? am I angry?

am I mourning? am I mourning the look of your hair in the morning? do I miss that?

do I miss you? do I miss you at all, or your kiss before bed? do I miss you?

is your head straight? is your head at all hurting, in bed are you reaching for me?

or are you okay? are you okay to wake up and see the dawn of a new day?

you don't want this? you don't want us or the bliss that is found in a life without illness?

are you okay? I just wanted to know, I just wanted to ask; are you okay?