Nicole Johnson

I sat in the window, overlooking the world.
Children’s laughter suddenly fills my ears.
The familiar sound of passersby trying to familiarize themselves with one another.
A knowing glance, possibly even a certain stance
It was enough to say hello.
It was enough to say goodbye.
My hands sprang forward as my face arched past the window.
Contend with this world and yet I’ve suddenly felt more fragile.
My thoughts of content linger in the air as a feeling deep inside me heated  my skin.
Is that jealousy?
Is that pain?
Why are my feelings of distraught suddenly on display?
Sweet emotions forevermore displayed on my face.
A hand at poker would be a loss.
A lie once told would never be forgotten.
I wear these emotions even if I say nothing.