Visiting Cards
My identity
a place in the world
in a name and title
printed on a card
handed over to you-
you hand me yours,
and we move on.
My identity
in a name and title
printed on a card
put in your wallet
in the darkness of your pocket.
You looked into the card
instead of the eyes
and you thought you know me.
I looked at your card
looked up to meet eyes
did not find them.
A visiting card
meant to be a
print of connection
never being one.
Just a reminder
when you open your wallet
that you met someone
someplace
sometime
The identity never understood
A connection never found.
