I learned how to paint my face from the ladies on the train.
Carefully layering shade after shade.
Filling each surface with new life.
A smooth foundation
Concealing the blemishes of each day and the damage of years past.
In my mirror I see myself
A touch more blush will do
I never needed makeup
Until we met.
Starting with gloss
Finishing with an unnatural glow
The ladies on the train perform this act
Day after day.
As do I.
Waiting for the scene to end.
Copyright (c) 2010, David Galea