“How are you holding up,”
@yonar on TWitter
She asks, and I fall silent,
Confronted with the question
I’d not dared to ask myself.
A million thoughts add, subtract,
Until I formulate an answer —
Far from comprehensive,
But truthful nonetheless.
“Mostly alright, a little broken,”
I whisper, only then noticing
She’s already gone.
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