Not sure if this is a poem or flash fiction. Can it be both?
“Can I ask you a question,” she said
“Are you happy?”
“Most of the time.
How about you?”
“Some of the time.”
“Ah. Do you want to talk to me about it?”
“Not right now.”
“Okay. I'm willing to listen. And not talk unless you want me to.”
“I know. But not now. I've got to get ready for work.”
“Can I just offer my little pearl of wisdom before you hang up?
No one is happy all the time.
The important thing is to recognize when you're unhappy
and try to pull yourself out of it
before you sink so low you feel stuck.
That can be hard to do, but recognizing the issue is a big step.
Try to use that momentum to
start the next step.
End of wisdom.
I love you.”
“I love you, too. I've got to go.”
“Bye. Hope work goes well tonight. Let's try to talk again when you get a chance.”