Old friends from school entered the fastfood restaurant
They sat down in their big groups without ordering
Too conspicuous to be seen in the line
In their groups they were safe and defined
There I was hovering observing the lot of them
let my admiration smear like ketchup
but they didn't deserve it
none of them greeted me
Their eyes went to the bench where strangers placed orders
They wouldn't be getting up to order their own food
Murmuring among themselves the details of their new lives
One could see they were hungry yet too ashamed
I stood and accused each one as fraudulent
Their expressions didn't change
They just sat transforming into the stools and benches
to be contained by strangers
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário