Fingers absently dance over old and new scars,
A twitch coloring the corner of my lips
As my mind wanders through memories that are
More than merely sweet.
A sigh, one shadowed by a white cloud,
Escapes blue lips and dangles in tense air
As I pick myself up off the ground
And glance around me; catching no one's stare.
My fingers caress strands of hair as I begin to walk,
I walk away from everything, and everyone,
Before I have another chance to talk
And ruin yet another conversation.
I ignore smiles, half hearted greetings, my own frozen
As I push through crowds; either in my mind or real life, I do not know,
But I am acutely aware that her words as well as others leave me
Viewing them, as well as myself, in a different perspective; one I am not too fond of.
