What would you say if you could see me now?
Nothing.
Feelings were never your strong suite,
but you’d hug my shaking body, and you’d rub my back.
You’d fix a bowl of ice cream.
No,
You’d fix two.
Couldn’t let me eat alone.
You’d finally asked why I was crying, but I’d never be able to tell you.
What would I say?
I could never explain to you the tear stains on my covers,
or how I cover my mouth so no one else can hear me grieve.
God.
Please.
don’t look at me.