I laugh yet I don’t know what you said.
I catch myself staring at nothing
While you echo in my ear softly.
“ are you ok?”
...
I reply with a smile and a chuckle that I practice every night.
“ yes” “ daydreaming”
But I lie.
I lie all the time.
I don’t dream not even at night, the thoughts keep me up.
But how could you know; how on earth would I even be able to talk to you.
It’s ok.
I’m strong,
I’ll be fine.
                                  Yours truly,
                                                    . . .