Poetry

Small Talk

Small Talk ©Hannah Truelove 2018

Small Talk

One thousand voices fill the air
Echoes of chatter
Busy hands wrench nervously
Anxious feet shuffle angstily
You turn away,
Wave and smile through the crowd
No one’s there, but you see an out
Push and press, move through the bodies
Drawn to the neon exit
Enrobed by the silent night outside
Cool air, stale smoke
Both infatuated by the solitude,
Yet lonely
Fearful of small talk, wary of judgement
Finish the drink, before returning inside
Subdue the anxiety that festers and hides

©Hannah Truelove

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