For L... Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

For L...



Eighteen months ago
I learned to save myself
from the cruelty of crowds
with the smile of a stranger
who took the same train
and the same bus.

She must have never understood why
I looked at her every morning
not aiming for anything more
than a few words
a short stare
an awkward smile
even though I probably knew
she was not that frightened of me...

And one day she suddenly
became (just) words, cliches,
and I regarded my shyness
as a mistake
and blamed myself
not reaching for her heart
when I had the company
of such a sincere
and yet silent smile.

Sunday, June 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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