Vaccine

• There’s a quiet hope
• behind your tired eyes.
• You ask for my history,
• press my unsure utterances
• into the worn keys,
• and inform me of the procedure.
• I ask for your story
• and we make small talk,
• hoping the moment will last–
• it’s the best kind of talk
• we get nowadays.
• You touch my shoulder
• and recommend a movie,
• after I finish pretending
• to know something about life.
• Life is something to give,
• your eyes reassure.
• I try my best
• to savor every fleeting second.
• And then just like that
• you’re gone,
• you a bee who knows
• when a wildflower has bloomed.