Invisible

“Hey, are you okay?”
A hand on my arm.
A concerned face.
Four little words
that could change
the world.

I turn to him.
I smile – oh
cccccthe art of the fake smile.
“Yes, I’m fine.”

He gives me a look,
bites his lip.
“Liar.”
And walks away.

I stare after him.
Evan,
how did you know?