By Nikki
Date: 24 May 2000

We're Sick

The conversation always
leads us down the
same path.
You ask me how I'm
feeling, and I ask you
the same thing, and
almost always it is at 
the same time.
And you say you're
fine, and I'm fine, too.
But I know you must be
a little under the weather
because there is that
knot in my stomach that 
tells me something is wrong.
And you know I'm not 
feeling all that hot
because my reply took
a little too long, so as not
to worry you with  the wrong words.
So we sit in front of
our computers and worry
about each other, while 
all along we wait for
the day when I can
wipe my runny nose 
on your sleeve while
I stroke that headache away.

5/24/00 NL