Swimming Through Sick Lullabies
"How are you?" she asked. I was a bit surprised to see her and even more surprised that she would speak to me. We've been avoiding one another for a long time. "Are you doing okay?"
"That depends," I answer. "Are you about to realize that you're still in love with me, come rushing home to my waiting arms and promise never to leave me again?"
"No, I'm not."
"Then I'm alright, but not as good as I could be."
And isn't that the truth of it.