Bronx tattles

Old man Henry called out my soul tonight. He said I was searching for something. I think he's right. It's that Bronx wisdom mingling with the liquor that pumps through his veins. But he sees something nobody else does as I sit sipping a glass of wine waiting for the table to clear. It could be only he sees it because nobody else's cares. I want to tell him my heart is in pieces and I don't know why. I want to tell him asking why only makes it worse. But it's not him I want to talk to. So I tell him a lie. I tell him I'm fine.