I opened the creaky door,
Within its tired frame.
To find a man at a table.
The man without a name.
He was so like a statue,
I stood there, stock still
Mimicking his static so
My eyes might get their fill.
I knew he noticed me
By the way his eyes flicked about
As if searching for someone here with us
One who should be without.
"Hello," I said, shutting the door
And moving to the table.
I pulled the chair across from him, sat
And smiled as best I was able.
"I'm Sidney." I told the man.
He remained completely frozen.
My smile didn't falter, it always was like this.
"You'll be glad to know that you've been chosen."
Now this made him move.
His bowed head came up to see me,
His eyes stared, wide, dumbfounded.
We sat through his quiet epiphany.
"I know it might be a shock..."
I dug around it my bag, holding my smile.