In a public comfort room I have been
from row of cubicles I thought no one's in
how everyone does inside is none of my concern
except on some situations, unforeseen.
I went inside one compartment for the purpose
male and female can use I supposed
a place talking to strangers I'd never choose
inevitable enough I had my dose.
“How are you?” The voice came
“I'm fine, thanks.” I replied, a bit ashamed
“What are you doing?” He added
“Like what you're doing.” I said.
“Sure you're OK?” He persisted
“Really!” With building anger, I still responded
“Honey, I'll talk to you later.” He sweetly uttered
“A crazy woman here keeps meddling!” His sound irritated.
He was on the phone! My wits had failed me
blame this nature of mine can't resist being friendly
scared, I met him outside and explained apologetically
seeing my blood-drained face, he smiled and laughed uncontrollably.
