Quiet Confessions

You good?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

I remember everybody's drink.

I'm the first to make you laugh.

When you ask about my weekend,

I just turn the question back.

I can make a room feel lighter.

I just can't do that at home.

Don't wanna kill the moment.

Don't wanna be too much.

I said,

"I'm fine."

You said, "Me too."

What if neither one was true?

We knew exactly what to say To make the question go away.

I'm fine,

I'm fine—

You don't have to stay.

I keep hoping that you will,

But I tell you I'm okay.

You send a joke at half past two.

I send a laughing face.

I type, "Can we talk a minute?" Then delete it anyway.

I see those little dots appear,

Then disappear again.

We're both awake and waiting

For someone else to start.

I said,

"I'm fine."

You said, "Me too."

What if neither one was true?

We knew exactly what to say To make the question go away.

I'm fine,

I'm

fine—

You don't have to stay.

I keep hoping that you will,

But I tell you I'm okay.

The music stops. You find your coat.

I nearly give the usual line.

You wait instead of saying bye.

I don't make a joke this time.

I said,

"I'm fine."

You said, "Me too."

What if neither one was true?

We knew exactly what to say To make the question go away.

I'm fine— no,

I'm not.

Could you stay a little while?

You don't have to make it better.

I don't have to fake a smile.

You good? You got a minute?