the waiting room

the leaves are all off the trees now

Browns and Yellows.

Laughing things of summer

And Nordic air encroaches

like a silence does in a waiting room

And everything hardens against it

We look at our feet like strange, interesting oddities

Hear the ticking in our heads

Think of the little things.

Outside, like faraway places

looks wonderful,

Inviting.

As with loves though

we know better

yet still venture fourth

Against past judgement.

This time, we think

It will be different.