this is our happy place - poetry

fine

i'm fine
fine you say
you sigh
only remnants of a smile
are the lines
carved in your cheeks
it's a lie
it's okay to be weak
the sky
looks greyer than usual
i
am not who i used to be
i'll cry
a river of memories
until i can gather myself
and you ask how i am
inside i want to shout
instead i turn around with a smile
and force myself to say
"fine."

— LEW