I didn’t know
that this was next:
you are fine
and I feel restless
and
I don’t know
this girl, who stayed
this girl, who’s left.

You are fine
and I am this body
filled with rage
rolling in grief
soaked in regret
waking in sleep
quiet in comment.

Did you not feel it
the weight of your words
hitting my face
quivering my lips
bruising my deepest
tallest bones?

And you’re just fine.