Sweet Pleasantries

A honk and a wave,

a smile greets you

not able to place the face

but you comply

exchange greetings

then she questions your well-being


Scrolling through the latest developments 

you pick an appropriate response,

‘I’m hanging in there. Happy Thanksgiving.’

She returns with the same, 

then disappears into the sea of lights


She is too kind

this is not the time

to tell her how my life

has been tormented

and wrecked apart


Sweet pleasantries are all I can muster

before we need to pull apart 

and be on our way

another time will be had

to reflect on those things

the things that need to be discussed...


[2019, reposting]


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