Giving In

The phone stopped ringing
four hours ago
the job opportunities ceased, too
as I’m sure you know
I mop a sticky floor
haunted by what I wanted
taunted by wanting more
and it is always this way, I know
I saw you leave
but I’ve no place to go
we pay a price
for dreams that we chase
and it won’t be the same
as when we were young

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s