Sunday, March 8, 2009

Blank stare

So smoothly comes the warmth of a smile
Why fear the ghost of rejection hovering
over the lunch table with my own blood
It's just too much to bear the burden
of disregard or easy indifference
Hello and good-bye, and nothing much in between
Back home, I sit in front of the silly box,
and lose track of the game I came to watch

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