Mâlain Diaries 10 - The foreigner

Mâlain Diaries 10 - The foreigner

I want to talk to you

but you leave me behind

in a

lick of dust

words,

phrases

lexes

that I am too slow to

catch.

I sift through dozens

in my data

bank

but they take time.

You need a human,

an

immediate response,

instant indication

   I’m part of you.

So I draw my smile-façade

and pretend 

I’m fine in

segregation.