their eyes would usually do the poisonous scanning of my soul.
but what they find would always come as a surprise.
like a clear view of nothing wrong.
sure enough, what they'd find out later
are crazy noise of peter pan longings.
of moonlight borrowed from Eli's side.
and these, for what is worth, are not mine.
the brief nights.
and the lovely song within a hug.
and in the morning, i will walk outside and meet again
the unnecessary ghosts in my life.
and they would murmur words
like those of the usual society-talk
that you rarely hear them say to the others.
and i would try to remember love,
like it's all i ever need in a time of ragged lights.
and i will smile,
and leave,
and become an equal of who i really am.