on a tuesday
at a bookstore
my eyes feasted on the
displays
self help, cooking for 1
marriage for dummies
a hand brushed against mine
soft voice apologized
but i didn't mind
my smile betrayed the
loneliness i kept prisoner
alas-
the eyes that greeted me went
blank; i felt foolish
my head hung low
as i made my exit
footsteps approached, then
paused
turning around was something
i refused to do
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment