You ask me how things are going,

You don't really want to know,

You just want me to talk again.

I look away and bite my lip,

Fine is my sharp response.

.

You take my hand,

But I can't see,

That you just really care about me.

I snatch it back and close the door.

I don't see you walk away.

.

I hold your hand

and watch you sleep.

I'm scared you'll wake.

I'm scared you'll leave.

You take my hand and squeeze it tight,

'shh,' you say 'it'll be alright'