How?

I hear my own laughter and I ask myself how.

How can I laugh at a time like this?

My cheeks pull upwards and contort into a wicked smile.

Again, I ask how.

How can I smile at a time like this?

I hear your voice and my stomach twirls.

I ask myself how.

How am I going to keep my breakfast down?

I see you walk out of the room and I tremble.

I ask myself how.

How far away do I need to be from you?

How long will these feelings last?

How will I ever go on again?

The smile says to me, because I have gone on before.

The laughter rings, I can’t escape.

But it’s not me who is laughing.