March 13, 2012

The Visitors

They arrive,
first in ones and twos
then many together,
gradually pairing up.
On my way home
I see them
passing in cars,
eyes protected
from the sun,
hands hardly on the wheel,
laughing, seeming
to their destination.
They go to movies,
laugh and cry
in the wrong places,
then to bars
'til all hours,
not knowing
I was once
just like them,
would not think
of standing in their way,
do not see
I am only concerned
with their situation,
about when
they will get around
to me.