For you every day is a struggle,
Every day brings a reminder of pain.
For you every memory is cherished,
You wish that nothing had changed.
You spend your days helping people,
Making sure that we’re okay.

For me every day is normal,
I find it rare to notice my feelings.
My very few memories are pushed away,
I barely comprehend the change.
I spend my days forgetting,
Trying not to be okay.

You tell me that you’re upset,
I say I understand why,
Because, one year today, he was stolen,
Because he should have had more time.

I tell you that I’m okay,
You say you understand why,
You say, I’m only okay because of the loss,
I pretend that is right.

When, in truth, I’m always just okay,
Never anything more, rarely anything less.
I’m okay.
I’m okay.
I’m okay.

What would you say, I wonder,
If you realised I had moved on? 
What would you say, I wonder,
If you knew I felt nothing at all.

I had forgotten what today was,
I hated you for reminding me,
You stayed strong and supportive,
You asked about me.

I’m okay.
I’m okay.
I’m okay.