RETCHING

I wrap my arms around my nauseous stomach
and huddle near a wall,
retching between my feet and the baseboard.

Everybody sees that I'm fine outside,
but nobody sees the inner turmoil.
They just see the smile on my face,
not the vomit by my feet
in my soul.

Loneliness is such an echoey place.
Her name was Katie
and she walked away, again.
She was the second one.