Dense, pretense

Dense, consience cleansed
Unaware of the pretense
Let's not mention this
Feelings I miss

Hands, holding tight
To nothing, not a sight
Giggles turned to laughter
No, not even a bother

Silence, no cares
Ignored, not mentioned
Waiting for you
Your love that feels rationed

Look at them happy
Sweet letters in the mail
Wanting, wanting that too
Soft petals on a trail

Yearning, always
Always but never a clue
You never notice
Maybe I'm blue

Perhaps what I needed
Actions unexpected
Your attention, indeed
No words unintended

But I'm okay
I'm happy, I'm happy
Do you believe me?
Maybe, just maybe
I don't believe me
I'm happy

I am