viernes, junio 12, 2015

the returned

I see them
in the queue of the bus stop,
purchasing to many cloth softener,
drinking too many coffees.

I see them
facing the table
 against the angle of the walls,
dismissing the idea of a pet,
dismissing the idea of paying for sex.

I see them waiting for the weekends
I see them waiting to come back to work.

They know
all the pain
a soul
can hold.