Good, And You?

 
How are you?
She asked while walking down the hallway
Not stopping to wait for my answer.
How are you?
He asked like he already knew what I would say.
How are you?
They asked and I reluctantly followed the script
As they nodded in approval.
I wanted to tell them
That I had the most wonderful day and why.
But all they would accept is ‘good’.
I wanted to tell them
About my awful day and release the story
But all they would accept was ‘ok’.
They’re trained to look like they care,
But they don’t have time to.
So when I ask
‘How are you?’
I don’t want to hear
‘good’ or ‘ok’
I want to know the truth
Because I know how good it felt when
She sat down, looked me in the eye and said
“How are you?”
And listened when I told her why.
 

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