If I ask that you not look into my eyes
Not today, not now, not too deeply
Will I be able to conceal the sorrow
Acting as if the world still appears new
If I keep my head lowered and not meet the glance
Of the chance strangers on the street
Could I come off as complete
A passing figure of lightness
If I bury my head in a book, in the park
Beneath the canopy of falling leaves
Would I be allowed to grieve in my silence
Without disrupting the songbirds
If a ask that you not ask how I am
This day, today, and maybe tomorrow
Might I borrow a moment of Grace from God
Feeling so small, breaking so hard
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