Ordinary Day

We unceremoniously chatted like we did once a week,
Dissecting our lives over cups of freshly brewed tea.
Our minds held back secrets our lips could not speak.
I wanted to reach out and call you, Sweet Pea,
The nickname from childhood I fondly recalled.
I knew the reason your eyes seems so weary.
But my words remained stalled,
Enclosed in a voice so emotional and teary.
I wanted to assure you everything would be ok
But what do you say when cancer is the secret not shared.
So I pretended it was just another ordinary day.
You smiled and patted my hand over our tepid brew.
The charade I held tightly started to fray
And I knew you were pretending too.