she/her/me

"Hi"

I suppose it do well to open my mouth
To see what escapes my lips
Maybe words
Maybe whispers
It's a mystery to me
But I suppose it's a mystery
Destined to die.
After all it's better to know
and stand ashamed
Then ponder "what if"
For a century
I pray when I separate my lips
It at least won't be a lie
And when I do it's a simple, satisfying
"Hi"