This office

Is cold
And the humidifier is buzzing.
And I'm wondering how I'm going
To cover up
The fact that I didn't follow directions.
How I called anyway
Despite what I was told-
How when I did
I felt the knife twist deep
Inside my chest
And how
You-broke all my pride
And I scrambled to pick
It
Up
Off the floor.

And when he asks me how it was-
Or how I'm coping-
I will fiddle with my thumbs and
Say
I'm fine.

And try to bury it deeper-
Because maybe if I don't have To talk about it;
It's like it never really happened.
And maybe I can move forward

Instead of spinning around in
Circles.