in a crowded restaurant
His back to the wall
his eyes looking
For a restful spot
away from the chaos
Memories of sitting behind
a wall on guard
With no one at his back
or to the right and left
Curiously exposed he knows
he is more sacrifice
Than protection
The increase of noise brings
him back to the present
And forces his eyes
toward the door
Too much, he must escape
bidding curt farewells
He rushes through a maze
to the door
Outside he relaxes
just a bit
But his eyes still roam
looking for threat
His back still itches
waiting for an attack
That will never come
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