Your Words
Then There's You
“You look tired,” you tell me.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
These two phrases that are so simple yet carry much impact.
These words filled with concern pierce my heart and it seeps into my veins, travelling throughout my body. It reacts with my blood, with the drugs in my system. It washes them away and allows me to feel.
I feel tears on my cheek, then your thumb that wipes them away as I cry the words, “No. I’m not okay.”
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