5 minutes from my week.
We know each other but not that well. We can never meet for just five minutes. There’s always too much to say. I’ve had a niggle about you for a while although our contact has only been through email and one meeting, something was missing. No light in your eyes. A smile that wasn’t true. I’d ask if everything was alright and you quickly reply yes, referring to how work is busy and with that deflection put an end to my concern.
We met again this week by chance. As usual you were scurrying from one place to another. We chat with your smile firmly in place. You laugh at the right time and nod in the required places. But you’re not here.
I know by now without doubt that something wasn’t ok. That you were drowning in worry. That you were only just hanging on to your act.
I gently put my hand on your arm. I look straight into your troubled, tired eyes.
Are you OK?
You’re about to lie.
Are you really ok?
I ask again.
Tears balance on the tips of your lids. You shake your head ever so softly. You walk away.
I follow feeling a little guilty. I hadn’t wanted to upset you. You stop and we hug. You tell me briefly what’s actually going on behind your forced smiles. With that we arrange a social meet up and you text later to thank me for seeing through your performance. For asking if you were ok. Really.
It can be difficult to be direct. It’s a risk. What is there to lose? To be told another lie or to mind your own business. To gain you can be an outlet to someone in need, to give a voice to pain, to listen. To give time. To provide hope.
They’re only 3 words but they could change someone’s day.
Happy Sunday everyone x x x
PS apologies for lateness of blog I’ve just moved and am currently hanging around a house with WiFi trying to send it!!