Impossible/Guess I’m Doing Fine

2 10 2013

It’s impossible
to seethe or clench my jaw when you deliver words to me.
You put me in such good humour
manage to displace and separate me
so the sadness sinks while the best of me buoys above
You think that’s all you see
but it is a reflection in a cracked mirror.

It’s only you I’m losing.
I guess I’m doing fine.