Mid-March

“Have a great day,” he says

As he flashes me his most earnest smile

I’m bare faced, tear stained

Crying in public transportation again

So I say “thanks” and step into the snow

Mid-March

 

Around the bend I make my way

Back to the music house

Searching for things to kick while I walk

Fantasizing about screaming so loud that I swallow the world, 

Whole

And all that’s left is a white screen

Serene

 

Hard days, somedays

Have their way with me.

 

 

 

 

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