I like the way

"It's okay" sounds 

from your tongue,

how shoulders raise

when you dry tears

and mend hearts

I hate the way

"It's okay" never sounds

enough for,

you have built

their soul's dwellings

with the bricks of comfort

only you can mould

and in the cold nights

when the stormy winds knock

on the fragile door 

that your heart is,

you ask if there is another

who can say, "It's okay"

the way you do.