A bright day and this darkness within, alone in an office
full of familiar faces,
A knot in the throat, and a fire in my eye,
Anything to lighten this weight inside, of my futile hopes
and sullen dreams,
Dredging souvenirs from people I used to know, empty aches
and wounded memories of evanescent joy.
Unrequited forever, still waiting on that perhaps bus, even
as life has all but rattled by.
