Fine

She said she was fine.

Fine is your test. The lost start of a trail. Rhetorical questions without hints. A maze with no reality in the end. 



Fine is your lie. The word cast from dishonest lips. Emptiness left in its wake. Anchoring down your truth.



Fine is your mask. The something you hide behind. Your costume for everyday life. The cloak that becomes a dagger. 



Fine is your fate. The misleading journey of us .Peak hidden by doubt filled clouds. Our painful impending valley.



Fine is my past. The feeling now left on a shelf. Framed memory full of regret. A picture worth not a thousand, but one.



Fine.