Pain and I have
lived together for years.
And still- I never learned
how to introduce it.
I smile, I nod, I say, "I'm fine."
As if grief cannot hear me lying.
You ask if I'm okay. I say yes.
You believe me.
And somehow, we both become
part of the silence.
Maybe that's the tragedy.
I never learned how to ask for help.
And you never learned how to read
the storms behind clear skies.
So here we are-
me, drowning quietly.
You, watching the water
and calling it calm.
And neither of us knows
how much was left unsaid.