The Man Who Stared Back

I saw an older gentleman today

He seemed down on his luck

Or maybe just coated in dirt and grime

The man quickly stared at me as well

He seemd to try and tell me something

He poked around his eye

As if to tell me that there was something there

I tried to get whatever it was that he saw

But then he moved his hand to his jaw

He put his hand on his upper chin

As if to say that mine was unaligned or wrong

I tried to correct it as soon as I saw him

But then he moved to the shoulders

He put both hands by his neck on his upper arms like a cross

As if to tell me to hide something on my chest

I looked down and was confused by him

I though that there wasn't anything there to hide

I curled up nto a ball and started crying

It was at that moment that the man was gone

Why didn't he tell me I was dying

Why didn't he tell me what I had become