Reaching Out

A mask was walking beside me
I didn’t ask for her name
it was in March a century ago
snow was melting gloves were left at home
and anyway no one cared about masks
no one pitied their tears
no one was impressed by their smiles
That’s what I was thinking
that’s why I never wore masks

She was insisting that I give her shelter
hiding my face looking through her eyes
I didn’t listen to her proposal
following the road towards a crowded city square
There I walked round and round fresh fountains
smiling and crying
hoping that someone will notice me

It was so strange I was among talking masks
no one recognized me no one said hello
That old ragged mask must have been falling in the dust
somewhere behind me
I was alone


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