queries from afar

I get news
from afar. messages
in bottles.
postcards from across
the sea.
things written on
the sky.
texts
and emails
calls from numbers
forgotten
and discarded.
they want to know what's
up.
what's wrong.
what's going on with
you, your life.
where's the mischief,
that grin,
that love
of life? i
smile and say all's well.
everything
is just fine.
not to worry, i'll
get to the other side.
my story is not unique
we all
have trouble, from time
to time.