An Accidental Meeting

An Accidental Meeting

White cheeks and wide eyes
Wider mouths startled into a frozen circle.
It would be funny if it wasn't all so painful.
You know all those stories about heartbreak?
Fissures forming, a wrench in your chest, tearing eyes
Absolute grief? They're all true.

Regaining control seems impossible at first but
Eventually, you do it. Fix your mouth
Into the semblance of a smile
Or frown. It doesn't make a difference.
Tear away your gaze
The same time the other does.
Blink away the salt sting of tears.
After all, they do no good.
Turn away. Start walking. All is well.
One might see the pale faces and shaking hands.
It doesn't make a difference.


End.

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Written whilst sitting at the MRT station today.