Brave FaceDo you have to summon up courage
to meet me? Does your stomach knot
as you drive up the road? Do you
blank your mind as you walk from the car
and, taking a swallow, putting on the
friendly voice - walk in with trepidation
tripping your heels, loathing yanking
at your blouse, pulling you back, out
through the door?
No? Then you must be very good
at hiding you feelings.
Wish I was.
3.35 AM 10th August 1999