The Fair

Crocodile tears fall down my face, as I walk the mile to my house.
A man I didn't know brought them to me.
I inherited his energy - he handily passed it to me.
I still have it. It is lingering.

I cried hard and maybe it wasn't only because of the man in the essential oils booth.
Maybe it was something else I was breaking through.
That was probably it.

That man.
Kicked me out of his tent.
Before I could call him an asshole.