Happy Again

"How are you?"

Words we often trade

even though we don't say

in return what we really mean;

but you knew I meant it when I looked so 

directly in your eyes,

smiled with mine,

and said, "Really, really good".

The depths they spoke weren't lost on you; relief

mixed with fading grief

on your face. "Really? I'm glad to hear that". 

And anyone would think, by your tone,

I'd given you a gift.

And maybe,

my healing is.