Do you care about me? It doesn’t feel like it. Do you forget that I am here too? I feel invisible. Do people forget that I like to talk too? I feel alone. Why are you not asking me? I need you to ask me Are you okay? I need to hear those words. I need someone to say them so I can release my bottle. To help me on my path to happiness. But I’m not sure when that day will come. I’ve been waiting for a while. No one seems to notice. I suffer invisibly. Just waiting.
are they things, she doesn’t know to ask, or are they things to which, she does not want to know the answers.
my not knowing the answer to this puzzle, drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile, accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,” hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge, but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question, has a truer answer, that comes as well, in question form.