Stranger with despair in your eyes
I've met you not here alone,but
In alien towns,where even the streets
You walked on, looking,no,not at
Faces,but at signs over shops,were
Roofed with hostile skies;everything
Seemed so grey,so old,but you walked
On and on,your fingers in pockets
Curling and uncurling,your loneliness
Blue as a birthmark on your face.
I've seen you in restaurants,all gay
And smoke-filled,on the seat behind
The pillar,drinking joylessly your
Sweetened tea,while your left hand
Softly trembling,crouches on the
Tablecloth like a wounded bird.
I've seen you walk around in gardens
Pausing to peer at names,knife-engraved
On trees now grown tall;on beaches,
With downcast eyes,at cocktails,
Glass in hand,sulking behind those
Potted plants;I've seen your bitten nails,
Your sickly smile,heard your brittle
Broken talk;I know you now too well
Not to recognize.
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