Face after face after face,
they stare out at me.
I look into eyes
full of hope and pain,
fear and courage,
longing and loneliness,
and the faces,
the voices,
the yearning
are all my own.
How are we to find
the one who is looking
for us,
with that unique blend
of terror and anticipation
that makes us
their "perfect match?"
We each want to
change our subscription
to the romance channel.
No more docu-dramas,
please!
So much history,
so many angry
silent nights
The full moon mocking,
cold and distant.
Please care.
Talk to me.
Hold my hand--
Dance with me!
Be fun!
Make me laugh--
Don't hurt me.
Please,
don't hurt me!
We smile bravely for the camera,
affecting a nonchalance
that is gone forever,
and we show our friends that
we have recovered--
the surgery was completely successful!
See?
The scar is barely visible,
true.
But tell me honestly,
can you really feel life Now,
through the scar tissue of
Then?