Jack
When he smiles
It's like glass breaking,
And his eyes just
Won't take the hint.
His lips form words his brain can't understand.
He doesn't know
Where these platitudes come from
Or why.
And he's pushed the questions he can't let himself ask
So far into his mind that you can see them
Printed on the back of his head:
Where did all this hurt come from?
And
Why can't I fix it?