So, “How are you feeling?” I hear you say.
“Fine, thanks.” I reply.
But really mean:
“Awful, I’m hungry and cold
I’m alone, lonely,
No-one sees me.
You’re not asking if I’m OK really.”
And I pause and say:
“So how are you?”
And you say, “Great!”
But really mean:
“I wish I could talk to you
About how you really feel
But I don’t want to pry
Into your
Burden.”
And we part after that fleeting moment,
Neither fulfilled.
Neither feeling fine.
You walk alone with your thoughts,
And I with mine.
Thinking the same:
“Am I fine? Are you?”
But we just walk on
Continuing to be –
Fine!
