you can see my scars;
my face is riddled with them.
i often wonder,
how anyone could miss them -
yet, they always seem to.
it takes a good look, i guess -
to see how bad things really are.
perhaps they’re blinded
by the smile i put up;
a slick smile, it is -
surgical -
like a scar…
a big scar,
that hides the smaller ones.
the other day,
it hit me like a truck -
while i was walking to the cigarette shop,
my vanity still in awe of
‘how anyone could miss them…!’
a man, i saw.
an old man -
with overgrown ****** hair,
and a yellow mustard duffle coat,
walking my way.
a flash of traffic light
streaked across his face,
and a feeling took over me;
a strange feeling -
like i had seen a ghost from my past,
or perhaps,
my future.
as he passed me by,
he smiled at me.
ceremoniously, but still.
as did i.
we timed it perfectly -
like an ambidextrous artist
were at work,
drawing identical curves
with their hands.
i noticed,
my smile had lasted longer
than i expected.
a few yards down the road,
i stopped abruptly…
and whimpered,
‘oh...’
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 12:57 PM UTC
you can see my scars;
my face is riddled with them.
i often wonder,
how anyone could miss them -
yet, they always seem to.
it takes a good look, i guess -
to see how bad things really are.
perhaps they’re blinded
by the smile i put up;
a slick smile, it is -
surgical -
like a scar…
a big scar,
that hides the smaller ones.
the other day,
it hit me like a truck -
while i was walking to the cigarette shop,
my vanity still in awe of
‘how anyone could miss them…!’
a man, i saw.
an old man -
with overgrown ****** hair,
and a yellow mustard duffle coat,
walking my way.
a flash of traffic light
streaked across his face,
and a feeling took over me;
a strange feeling -
like i had seen a ghost from my past,
or perhaps,
my future.
as he passed me by,
he smiled at me.
ceremoniously, but still.
as did i.
we timed it perfectly -
like an ambidextrous artist
were at work,
drawing identical curves
with their hands.
i noticed,
my smile had lasted longer
than i expected.
a few yards down the road,
i stopped abruptly…
and whimpered,
‘oh...’
it's nice to sonder sometimes.
Request permission to use this poem