I was asked once,
"Why do you look...
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.
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