le mot juste
© 2008 michele may


random act

i walked with my head down,
of my splintered heart
caught in my throat

like aspirin
that meant well
but stuck there

how nice it might be,
i was thinking,
to just no longer be.

until a stranger,
some random passerby,
smiled at me.

smiled warmly,
like he knew me.

like he...knew.

and i smiled
in spite of myself.