please don't ask me-
one question
that rips my chest apart,
crumbling the pieces
into a sinkhole,
crushing my heart
perhaps you notice my gait
my slow wander through the halls
my limp, my drag, my shuffle
my scars trace a song
and dance a sad story
along my legs
when I'm sitting,
you might not register
the pain I hide
under the table
behind my happy,
not too happy,
character
if you knew me before,
you'd notice a change.
maybe, if you knew me
people don't see
me the same way
after the words
leave my lips.
old teardrops
and mistakes
please don't ask me
how i've been since --
i said don't say it
it's been a year
and hospital walls still
close in on my dreams,
beeping IVs wake me
but, they aren't there anymore
i wake up,
but can't remember
if I can move.
eventually i do
i always do
it's been a year
and i'd talk about it
but i know
you'll do this thing with
your eyes,
tilt your head, squint a bit
and see me differently
so i have my nightmares
and i sit quietly
but it's been a year
and my answer
has changed
i'd say
i'm doing pretty great