Monday, August 17, 2009

Something I Say

I see her in the break room, and she asks how I am
"Fine, thanks"
But I'm not
It's just something I say

He steps into my office, asks about my weekend
"It was great"
But it wasn't
It's just something I say

I lie as easily as I breathe, it seems,
The words leaving my lips as effortlessly as you left me

I see you sometimes, at our places
"Take care"
But I don't mean it
It's just something I say

1 comment:

  1. It's just a little free-form poem, folks. No one I know is doing any leaving. *grin*