I would not cry

my heart would
continue
beating
steadily

mornings would come
and go
time would pass

more slowly
perhaps

I would notice
less; details
would disappear

and gray would become
my favorite color

a whimper would
be the closest I could
come to a scream

and I would
forget the words
to my
favorite songs

eventually
just as angels
living day-to-day
I would not notice
that anything
was missing

and when they asked
me “how are you”
I would say
“fine”

just fine