Miss Stoic
I never learned how to love
I never pretended to care
people just crashed into me
and I met them there
I waited with them
then waved them away
I never learned how to give
because I liked what I had
I didn't require strangers
with problems to share
I remain a good diplomat
until the end of the affair
the colder I am
the closer they get
from curiosity they come
to experiment
the more distant I become
the more eyes get wet
failing to scratch initials
on the small of my back
dreams become particles
fingers reach for the sky
remaining rooted and firm
with the hint of a smile
my eyes off in the distance
as the moment goes by