How are you?

I believed your words,

When you said you would be there.

I trusted in you,

When I shared my troubles

How could I have been so foolish?

I thought you were different,

But I guess I was wrong,

I have known many men,

All have betrayed me,

But you, I thought of differentially,

You said you would always ask,

"How are you?"

And that you cared,

But you haven't asked in weeks,

And the things, of which I have been thinking,

You wouldn't believe,

And yet, you never asked.

Other things occupy your thought,

And I begin to wonder,

If you'll ever ask again.

"How are you?"



2001 Laura Blankenship