S is for Sad

I hold out my hand; my fingers reach for you,

but before you see I retract my hand

wiping a tear from my cheek and bringing quickly back down to my side

a smile plastered on my face.


You buy it.

I must be getting good,

or you must not care.

In front of me used to be someone who could read me with just one look

and now, look at us…


I tuck the blanket around my heart in a little tighter,

I push the mask firmer into place

and check the mirror to make sure nothing slips out and the makeup has stayed firmly in place.


Then we continue our dance through life…

a new weight on my shoulders

a burden I simply can’t share,

not with you,

not anymore.




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