I'm Fine

“Are you okay?” He asks.

I’m fine.

“Are you okay?” He prompts again.

I’m fine.

“Are you sure?” He sighs.

I’m fine.

He shrugs and looks away.

I’ve disappointed him.

No, wait, ask me again.

I think I’m ready to tell the truth this time.

“Are you okay?” He asks one last time.

I can see the frustration on his face

Three questions ago, he cared;

Now he does not.

Now he is annoyed.

The words find their way barrelling out of my throat,

Over my tongue and past my lips,

Before I can register what they are –

I’m fine.