Human
My lips move to a half-moon
turned half-way up.
His turn too
wider
a cheshchire grin
"Hi."
"How are you?"
My question strolling
casually past him
and I watch his eyes watching mine.
"I'm shy"
He braces himself against my question,
"And I'm so proud of myself for saying 'Hi.'"
My strolling stopped
as I turn to look him in the eyes.
His face swirling
smile
waves of fear
smile
swells of tears.
I watch his face dance,
my eyes steady on his struggle,
his cheeks trembling,
his lips longing to say more.
I let him loose,
"It's a nice day."
I step to stroll on,
"Are you waiting for the bus?"
His voice suddenly strong,
"No. I am waiting for the sun."
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