not dark yet

she says you seem depressed,
sad,
lonely, despondent,
discontent.
go on I tell her
while lying on the floor
in a fetal position.
what else?
well, you're no fun
anymore. no more
sly observations, no
jokes, no laughter,
no witty banter about
the mundane.
it's like
the you in you has been
cut out.
someone carved away
the heart of you.
what else?
that's it she says.
now get up off the floor
and get right.
get living again.
get happy my dear boy,
the night
is approaching. it's
too early in life to
call it a day.