your game.

Dear …You,

I saw you from the corner of my eye,

when you entered the fairly empty bus.

Looking for a seat,

in that fairly empty bus.

You were eliminating and thinking hard,

 I could see…

from the corner of my eye.

Brown…you walk past…

Dark brown…walk fast…

Head turning, surveying

Only for a seat

Head turning

Eyes focusing

You find white,

And pale yellow…

Shortlisted

On the imaginary list

You made

since you hopped on,

on that  fairly empty bus.

Pale yellow is scar face

White it is.

As predicted.

I was wishing it would not be

What I was thinking

And could see

I wished to tell You

How I felt

About the choices

About the process

Of eliminating

I wished to know

What was in your head

But then…

You decided to jump off

Before the signal turned red

The brown, dark brown and pale yellow

Have tears in their eyes…

Sad voices and sighs…

“he’s dead…”

Dear You…

Forgive me

For not feeling remorse

Or for the tears that were never wept

‘cause in your game of discrimination

It was YOU

Who faced elimination.