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.