It’s only when you come to mind,

when I feel inclined.

I’m standing on a curb looking

at a world around me,

I don’t any longer understand.

I used to,

there were late hours,

where just me and the bench,

and everyone drove by conversing

well beyond the moment,

and I could never understand why,

I don’t any longer understand.

I try sometimes,

feel my way through to the other side,

no one ever lets me get there though,

especially not you.