Crescent_Moon

Sitting at a desk
surrounded by darkness
one dim lamp
casting a spotlight
on a blank sheet of paper
That piece of paper
with its spotless perfection
mirroring the emptiness 
of his mind
hoping that staring

In the park
the breeze blows
gently 
cooling my face
teasing my hair
and then
the breeze 
becomes mischievious 
picking things up
and blowing them around

At the hot dog stand
the breeze blows

I feel alive 
when the curtain opens
and the lights come up.
I can barely see the audience
but I can feel their eyes
watching me
as I whirl into motion
weaving a story 
out of words and actions

You yelled
Look at that ugly girl!
as I walked down the street
I didn't even know you
and you didn't know me
I wanted to yell back
Look who's talking!
or some other snide remark
something that would sting

I cried
shaking and spluttering
as tears streamed down my face
My breathing was heavy
and I couldn't stop the gasping sobs

You arrived
composed and unruffled
as I started to choke on my tears
You sat there quietly