All Questions, No Answers


”Are you happy?” he asks again.
My silence is a trick answer
He won’t accept. What’s this about?
Happiness has no place here.

He asks as if it means something
Now. As if there were a time when
It mattered. I don’t know happy,
Though sometimes I laugh at my fear.

Does that count, I wonder? No doubt
I can fool us both with a smile
And a quick laugh. Who’s pretending
Now? Who’s smile is more sincere?

Am I happy? Ask now and then.
Together we’ll figure it out.


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