i stopped smiling back
unthinkingly
forgetting that someone
could see me
just because i
couldn't see them.
faces a blur
without my glasses,
vague shapes
across the restaurant
my face wouldn't
perk to
like it used to.
only with a cloudy
flash of brief teeth
from a few tables away
did I realize
mine could be
seen too,
that my reaction
would register,
could matter.
reminded as the
server refilled our thick mugs
that we're all approaching
the world
and each other
through our own
cracked lenses
of private experience.
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