Here you are,
lining up for
coffee
groggy
Good morning to coworkers
mundane.
Here you are,
answering the phone
professionally distant
somewhere between polite and detached.
Behind the facade
I can see a scar.
nailless fingers betray
something askew.
Here you are,
one of several taking the elevator.
your eyes track the descending numbers,
surprised to find an empty car.
You are the only one still looking up.
Does anyone notice?