I Couldn't Talk About It, So I Wrote A Poem

I cough, but it’s barely a cough. It’s more that I just cleared my throat, but my throat is clear already. The cough is intentional, so I hope she doesn’t know that. The truth is… The truth is- The truth isn’t… Well that, I have a thing on my mind. It’s a thing about a thing and so on. Mumble, mumble. It’s warm today isn’t it? Haha! Hahaha! I try to cough again, but I sputter instead. Coughing, and it never ends. She hands me water. I’m coughing and that creates another cough. My eyes are getting wider and wider. Cough… cough…..one more cough. It’s over. The hour is over. She has other clients. And none of them cough this much.