Might I Hide

If I ask that you not look into my eyes Not today, not now, not too deeply Will I be able to conceal the sorrow Acting as if the world still appears new If I keep my head lowered and not meet the glance Of the chance strangers on the street Could I come off as complete A passing figure of lightness If I bury my head in a book, in the park Beneath the canopy of falling leaves Would I be allowed to grieve in my silence Without disrupting the songbirds If a ask that you not ask how I am This day, today, and maybe tomorrow Might I borrow a moment of Grace from God Feeling so small, breaking so hard