Busy Street In November

I try not to cry so easily
With an expression or word
Sometimes barely visible
Audible, mostly hostile
Attitudes heave on others
My heart sinks when they speak
Quietly, pretending I know what you want
I truly do not
I want to stop you dead!
I needed to, didn’t want to
I retreated into the gap inside insanity
Time to skip back to friends
Fast time, no space inbetween
I know where you go, who you’re with
And I retch!
I hide my tears in this busy street
Turn around and away
Did you see?
Or am I paranoid and hoping?


~ Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2001