Micro PoetryPoetrySad Poems

I’m Fine

Time flies,
It’s wings spread widely
Like that of a mature eagle.

We’re being disconnected by the second of the day.

You don’t see me the same anymore.
Somewhere along the lines, my favourite “hello” is about to become my worse “goodbye”

Helplessly I sit in dismay but still try to mutter under my breath “I’m fine. It’s okay”

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