ROOM TO BE FRIENDS

I have met you today

As I have met any stranger

I will make judgment on you

As I do all the people I meet

Then I will spend time with you and

My judgment may or may not change

I could fall in love with an obsession

From a weakness of emotion

Or I could despise you for the same reason

This is a repetitive routine I go through

Each week just as the sun rises each day

Each week I watch you display your talent

In a way that scares most conservatives

I also watch you audience and a flame of

Hatred builds in me like a match

Dropped into gasoline

Their faces are blank as if they were dead

You have only one thing they want and desire

I see them talk to you with expectations

They try to hide like scars of guiltiness

Some are smooth and experienced

While others are tacky and clumsy

I watch your mask of smiles and wonder how

Long the rubber can hold out before melting

Into an angered frown

You are an actress on the stage of lust

Listening to lies of love

You live a hard and fast life, which teaches

You to be cold and even appear emotionless

To me you are a drifter making the best of each stop

Days go by as trees grow taller and grass

Gets longer, but as our lives go on and people

Live and die, I only hope that there is

Room for us to be friends

For Liz