A honk and a wave,

a smile greets you

not able to place the face

but you comply

exchange greetings

then she questions your well-being

 

Scrolling through the latest developments 

you pick an appropriate response,

‘I’m hanging in there. Happy Thanksgiving.’

She returns with the same, 

then disappears into the sea of lights

 

She is too kind

this is not the time

to tell her how my life

has been tormented

and wrecked apart

 

Sweet pleasantries are all I can muster

before we need to pull apart 

and be on our way

another time will be had

to reflect on those things

the things that need to be discussed...

 

[2019, reposting]