went to see someone last week,
To see them before I fell asleep.
It wasn't quite what I had thought,
An awkward silence over it all, or...
I led someone astray, stringing
them along like I made a pedestal
upon which to stand, hinging my success
on the work of another's hands, or...
I fell, clutching my face, a knell
becoming a din of noise, languishing
my disgrace as I yell and cry
and gasp for a comforting embrace, or...
I did nothing. Nothing happened,
no one came, no one went, and
the waste of time I spent is only
a reminder of what it is I ache for.