a craving in the night
a howl in a desperate cry
drowned in a painful state of wonder
this gaping hole is getting bigger
what should she do if she could stand it no longer?
she’d like to weep
but tired of seeing lines and bags
smiling from under the numbing stare
is there something to hang on to?
is there a reverse button?
what about a cheer button?
she asks around for any sign
they told her to keep searching
and she has been, but
and the fleeting sparks in the sky
as her silent company
after dragging herself mindlessly
up and down the street
one corner to another
with the icy wind as her backbone
she ponders whether to continue
a man, finally,
with a kind smile
in a sweet voice
“you may rest here for a while,
then you have to go,
no sign here,
but keep walking,
you may find one ahead”
they said this too will pass
she’s still waiting
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