Saturday, January 2, 2010

Facing myself.

Kept at arm's length so I can breathe shallowly.
Missed smiles and charm because I'm not ready.
Rebounded well only to react swiftly, maybe too.
No requirement can I give or receive, expect or ignore.
The page of prose has turned.
Perhaps too quickly.
Alone as requested with no friendly smile but my own.
I've not smiled today.
The mirror looks back.
Hello lonely face.