He looks at me with solemn eyes

As if he sees through my disguise

I glance at him, and then away

There's words that I don't need to say.

I need not tell him how I fare,

His face tells me that if I dare

I might stir waters up ahead,

And things are better left unsaid.

He turns to me, then walks away

Leaving troubles for another day.

© 2000 Sharlene Tan