The Man Who Stared Back
I saw an older gentleman today
He seemed down on his luck
Or maybe just coated in dirt and grime
The man quickly stared at me as well
He seemd to try and tell me something
He poked around his eye
As if to tell me that there was something there
I tried to get whatever it was that he saw
But then he moved his hand to his jaw
He put his hand on his upper chin
As if to say that mine was unaligned or wrong
I tried to correct it as soon as I saw him
But then he moved to the shoulders
He put both hands by his neck on his upper arms like a cross
As if to tell me to hide something on my chest
I looked down and was confused by him
I though that there wasn't anything there to hide
I curled up nto a ball and started crying
It was at that moment that the man was gone
Why didn't he tell me I was dying
Why didn't he tell me what I had become