Concern - A Villanelle…ish

I was asked yesterday,

how it was I’m feeling.

I didn’t know what to say.

I said I’m good, feeling great;

that didn’t make her smile.

I didn’t know what to say.

In her ears, music played;

she insisted I listen.

I was asked yesterday,

why it was I pulled away,

why she hadn’t seen me in months.

I didn’t know what to say.

She saw that I was not okay,

those piercing eyes, they read my mind.

I was asked yesterday,

how she could help find me find my way;

without realising she already had.

I was asked yesterday,

I didn’t know what to say.

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Sometimes it means the world just to know somebody cares.

I know a cheated a little with this poem’s form but if you tell anyone I’ll hide a spider in your bed.

Art Credit

Cover           - Muhammad Nafay

Background - Source(royalty-free)