SIGHING

You Say that you’re okay, that you had a nice day that I did great that you enjoy the way that I want to sustain that smile on your lips that come what may that we are okay,

You Say. I Say well, if that is what you say, then that is all okay,

I Say ***** ...FffffhhaaaaA...*****

You Sigh and it explodes like fireworks through the teeth of tomorrow gnashing, like hot air heaving from black factory stacks like well-designed chaos spilling from a fire pit and into my thin skull, your breath boiling up the sides, like thick lava, steaming up and entering the pulpit where your tongue resides and then through the pews and into my ears, I hear You Sigh. My Soul sagging, crippled under the silence your sigh lends My Soul.