• I was asked once,
    "Why do you look...
    ...so alone...
    ...so afraid...
    ...so hurt...
    And I couldn't respond.
    All I could do was stare,
    Look into the eyes across the table,
    The FIRST to sit there.
    My vision, I thought it would blur,
    Turn foggy and distorted.
    Waited and waited for the salt
    The chilly, unshed tears that should
    Roll down my FACE in torrents.
    WHERE ARE THEY?
    When I blinked the rain poured,
    Fell heavy on the table as I continued
    Just staring at the person who saw me
    The FIRST one to see, understand.
    Then he ran to his friends
    Collecting bets and laughing.
    All I could do was HIDE my FACE.