The Passing of Strangers - Vistior's Poem
by Rene Bartolo
(Davao City, Philippines)
The passing of strangers
Leaves always a trail
Of gentle words unsaid...
Of kindness unwrought
In silver pieces
Unfingered, unseen...
Of leaden faces laden
By silent needs,
Framed back against
The sun-choked glass
Panes in a bus station...
Heaving
In plodding cadence,
Of hearts
That may have shed
Some lukewarm tears.
The passing of strangers
Tears quietly
A little bit off me
Each time.
A moment too soon,
That passing moment
Stays a tender thought
In mid-air;
Slaughters a smile
Before it reaches
The final creases
Of meaning
And flips aside
A neutral pain.
In between intimacies I pass,
A stranger to myself.
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