I sell for a living. But not the kind of selling you do at the supermarket and not the kind you do on the net but the kind where I give parts of me to strangers I will never again see.
Strangers like the boy with the pretty eyes and the woman shedding tears and the gentleman with many stories.
I give away the parts of me I think will make others smile an ear for you sir and a part of my heart to you madamme would you like a hand? a dimple? Let me know because I give it all and when you leave don't say goodbye, let me believe and dream that one day we will meet again and you will give those parts back so I can be whole once again for the one who would have cared