Bags

You can tell that he
has been thinking
hard about life, leaving
everything else behind.
The bags beneath his eyes
are packed and ready to go,
prepared to let the whole
world know that he's got
something heavy on his mind.







I struggled a bit with the line breaks, but I'm just going to step back now.
There was this poem earlier- "Trust"? And this is me going back to explore that "bags under the eyes" concept.

Cognizant

She walked past the doorway, came back for a double-take,
stood watching me for a moment from her place.
I saw her from the corner of my
eye, but didn't move until she said, "Are you
thinking deeply about life?"
I slowly turned my head, slightly confused
and taken by surprise. "Not really," I replied,
"I was only wondering what Winter will be like
here." Her shoulders sagged minutely,
and it felt like I had crushed any
high opinion she had of me. "Oh," she
sighed, "That's not quite what I thought. It's just...
You were staring outside, with this
expression on your face... Nevermind.
Goodbye!" She smiled and escaped. I looked down
at my plate and tried to think of
deep things, but only succeeded in
giving myself a headache.






I get quite a few comments like, "Are you alright?" or "What's wrong?", because apparently I get this really intense look on my face. But really, I'm pretty sure that's just my natural face.
I guess it's just strange to not be able to tell exactly what I'm thinking/ feeling? Which is normally the case.