Always in the corner,

little eye contact when entering,

until later,

there’s always that single moment.

A look, glance, gesture brings them close to God.

At least they would suggest

their motive is always

singular.

~

I wonder what it is drives their soul,

safely tucked away,

in the corner,

where notions bounce nearby,

without ever leaving their side,

a supportive melancholy.

~

At least that is familiar,

always the same two

head cases.

If we silently stroll past,

perhaps they’ll go away,

or instead we figure out a way,

to just get by,

another day.

~

Tomorrow, try not to think about them,

until we actually see them,

in … sight – mind.