Talk to Fa

There was a man in gray hoodies sitting next to me in the waiting room One of his upper cheeks was pierced with a black piercing His backpack pockets had a bunch of crinkled tissue in them His eyes were glazed His vibe eccentric and otherworldly His body language chaotic, erratic, and anxious Saying random stuff whenever he wanted to Yet there was a sense of freedom to his energy

Nobody was talking in the waiting room Everyone staring into their phones To avoid looking at each other Dead silence

A song was playing on the speaker It must have been a playlist of 2000’s hits He said to me, “I hope I wll fall in love again” It was a part of the chorus lyric I smiled at him and said “I hope I will, too.”