I ask him, are you happy? and he says that he is fine
as he looks away from me and toward some distant thought
searching for proof, forgetting to smile.
And now I can't remember the last time I've heard him laugh
I think it was last summer on my couch after a few glasses of wine
and a joke at our own expense.
We were falling apart with laughter until we cried
Our memories were always lined with tears.
I ask him again, are you happy? and he shrugs
as he looks me in the eye telling me all I need to know
nobody is smiling.
About the Creator
Carly Rowe
Lifelong poet, aspiring writer. Finding my creative voice one line at a time.
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