" how is your day going? "
pretty awful, if i'm being honest
"it's going well, thank you! Yours?"
"good, thanks."
you give me a quizzical look
as if you know that
behind the
"pretty well"
lies an
urge
to just
cease
existing
but the look lasts less
than i can count
and you believe me
fallen into
my trap once again
Happy, is what i am
Every time you ask
Learn, that that is all you will hear
Possibly the only thing I will ever say
Maybe if i say it all the time
Eventually, i will be ok
goodnight
-n.c
