There are people, surrounding me.
Talking, laughing and sipping coffee.
Some wear their life story on their face,
wrinkles filled years of love and laughter.
Other carry secrets in their eyes,
and I can´t help to wonder what it is.
Coffee stains and lipstick hints mischief
but their eyes tells me there is more.
I sit and I imagine their days,
giggle along with their jokes and take
part of their tragedy. I know their faces,
see their pain and contempt and I wonder
if they always have held it all in.