Gutsy
another encounter
i see that she brought it this time
with her plastic smile and those glittering eyes
that have seen so many things
hello again,
i missed you dearly
what is it you brought for me this time?
one wrapped in a package, nice and neat
but not anymore
What is the noise we hear when we first meet one another? I have greeted thousands of faces, none of them genuine. I listen to them, but I only see their discomfort. I taste it, too. What do I hear?