Back to work
and the anticlimax
has hit me.
The day off has brought more heaviness
than the tiring days at work have.
I wonder why
and I stay quiet
as the hours go by.
A group of three friends
walk into a bar.
Into our restaurant.
Actually one didn't walk in.
He rolled his wheelchair in.
And, being anticlimactic
as I was,
I try to be enthusiastic
yet not fake
to get an order from them.
I pay no attention
to the wheelchair
apart from
the person on it.
He is
enthusiastic
and can see
a certain worry in me.
I hope
he doesn't think
I've been affected by
his special situation.
In fact
I find his wheelchair one of the coolest I've seen
and him, also.
The intrigue continues
as I serve the beers
and I can feel
that he can feel me.
He raises his voice
to raise the vibration,
I guess.
'THAnk yOU!'
I lower it
smoothly.
':).. you're welcome'
in this way to show
my awareness
of the
certain saddness in the air.
I still wonder
what it is.
The guys have their beers
and
head off.
I'm cleaning the bar
outside
and with the corner of my eye
I catch the two guys
talking as they wait for the rest.
The special guy
seems to be expressing
why he's sad
and the other guy
affectionately
touches his cheek
and hugs him
by pulling his head
with his hand
towards his
standing body.
I make eye contact
with the special guy.
I smile empathetically;
he does too.
And it remains a mystery
whether he thinks
I've seen his sadness
or whether he has seen
mine.
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