Sometimes a friendly face is the last thing I want to see. Strangers allow one the personal distance required to quietly nurse the intrinsic sorrow of being oneself. To see a friend when on the verge of tears is to lose all illusion of control and be forced to regurgitate the hidden pain sob after sob. Beneath the shadowed cloak of stranger's words tepid and polite I forget who I am and how I feel. But now I cannot forget so cry with me if you will faceless friend.