Sun, burning down on
a group of friends
- having a good time
- chatting and laughing

A shadow, a shiver
passing through me
- making me quiver
and hold my breath

One look
- indescribable...
Still, speaking volumes
... in a language
I don't understand

Is it fear?
Anger?
Disgust?
Uncertainty?

You pass by...
Not a word said...
So much left unspoken...

Time heals all the wounds, they say.
The past is gone.
The present...
hurts.