Alone And So Different..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

somehow while eating together
we feel some similarities sprouting.

we level up with the way we chew.
and the way we spit it out if something in there
turns bitter, if not spoiled, which the taste buds
can easily detect without much thinking.

we converse. we make familiarities. we all like to be
the same at least for this lunch.

as soon as this is over, we walk towards our own cubicles.
here, we lurk. Alone, and so different.