les voix: For/Getting｜Re/Membering

There was an Irish sitting right in front of me,
after greeting, we even had nothing interesting to say.

We were face to face, talking something cheap,
around the weather, the trips, the holidays and family.

Then, he seemed drunk more than the first sight,
and started to tell more about himself and his history.

To be a key person of a bank, he behaves carefully,
until the first romance underwent with an Asian guy.

He used not to come out to public as he does now,
as a gay people, his life might be tough at his age.

Being nearly sixty, he keeps in a positive view,
looking upon this world, though some have fucked up.

"The first is always the hurt," that's what he told me,
without any response, 'cuz I'm not sure if I'd reckon.

For me, there does somebody mean something,
which made me hurt, overwhelmed and devastated.

But how about now, they and I became friends as such,
and that doesn't shock me, 'cuz I always meet this.

However, for him, there're totally different stories.
the second and the third were completely pathetic.

One dumped him without saying goodbye or anything,
the other was a jerk who even stole all his money.

The guys of abovementioned are all from Asia,
where does leave him the best and worst memories.

But he's still back then, and this time is in Taiwan,
nothing did ever happen, until last night he met someone.

"People are reluctant but try hard to look patient,"
he said to me, with a sip of the remains in the bottle.

For a while speechless, he glimpsed onto the ceilings,
and I peeked at his face and then beamed much at him.

"Maybe we don't want to let other know the real us,"
murmured slightly by me, it did tremble me a little bit.

I was recalled some ideas which I shared with others,
"everyone wants to be specific and to influential."

But, no one wants to be affected, unless he's willing,
and the general parts become consensus, then moralities.

Not deduced from the experiences of homosexuals,
yet induced by the practices of human beings as a whole.

The Irish elder offered other stories to be remembered,
when I was blaming on the people who are ass kissers.

Tonight, there were incentives between him and me,
despite the silence, we did discuss on something real.

A short time of serenity, before kissing on cheeks,
and followed with farewell, we kept it rest in peace.

An old man from Ireland pretends to be commonplace,
telling the stories declared as his best friends'.

Once I noticed that he forgot to replace the "his,"
then just realized what kind of life he always leads.

Time may model people, their thoughts and attitudes,
but not the trueness at the bottom of the hearts.