By S.K. Bacon
A brand new building, a brand new street,
Different people you have to meet.
Unusual skies, unusual places,
Wary smiles given by unfamiliar faces.
A new atmosphere, a new scent in the air,
Brand new people, brand new stares.
A new white canvas, free of splattered paint,
No mistakes yet made, I have a clean slate.
No one here has heard of
Things I’ve said or done, but
They look at me like a new toy,
Shiny, delicate, even coy.
They don’t know where I come from,
Or where I plan to go once I’m done.
They just know I’ve newly arrived,
And pity me. They give me a smile.
Eventually, you will become used to
With the idea of my presence with you.
You’ll learn to laugh at my stupid jokes
And try to help me when I’ve broke.
And maybe I will never tell you
About the person I was before I started anew.
Maybe that is for the better, my friend.
Maybe what I’m doing is for the best.
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.