And not much has changed
after a week or two of
thinking I deserve this.
All of this.
And not much has changed
except so many things put
so damn close together out here
and someone's dancing
with a new face
and I'm finally walking
down the street alone
when I should
and walking away when I should.
I'll be steering away
from the sun today
and after a hard last night's
rest on the porch floor
I'll be daydreaming
into close-proximity smiles
and trying to avoid
being lured into wondering what happened.
