Five, sitting idly.
In an open-aired small hall, all breezy and windy.
Oh, everyone seems to know each other..
Well, I can be friendly and bubbly..all chatter and laughter.
..but this whole thing kinda kills me.
Shutting up my mouth, speak if it's necessary.
I remain silent waiting till the end, this is so unlike me.
Stairs, walking down slowly..
I look at him, puzzled, yet a lil bit frothy
Does he know me?
Nope..Maybe not? Umm..definitely?
Oh! That WeChat guy with a cunning id!
Who is way more fluent in English, compared to this petty fatty me..
Well, the providence, tends to be uncanny..and sometimes, kinda..funny.
We talk about puns, good movies e.t.c..
Oh, and a sports car of his, maybe?
..but, never the names, or exact details, precisely..
..an overseas grad who stutters.
Lost in the middle of those american-accent utterances.
Insecurity overwhelms me.
I need more practice, thus, help me..
Maybe I can type or write, quite nicely..
..but my mind blanks out my full-English conversation, infuriatingly.
Why the poem, you ask me?
Incisively yet a bit circuitously..
We, as friends. You and me?
Laugh all you want if it's too cheesy.