Sometimes It’s Hard to Remember

January 15, 2017 — Leave a comment

Sometimes it’s hard to remember

That most people you meet are nice,

Because human nature tends to keep

The nasty little ones front and foremost.

 

Like the cashier who, handing me my change,

Turned to her co worker and whispered,

Prompting the woman to look at me,

And shake her head.

 

Never mind the guy who opened the door for me,

The kid who gave me a high five in the supermarket,

An acquaintance asking how I was,

And the frothy cappuccino

 

All spoiled by a whisper

I did not hear,

A split second moment

That meant nothing to anyone

In the whole of the cosmos

But me.

 

Because my fear is they knew who I was

And that is the one thing I will never understand.

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