Some days.

A similar feeling
comes over me,
maybe it's just
the pathetic scar
running down my right wrist,
but a gentleman in a suit
asks for directions
and upon receving them
is much more polite than he needs to be.

I think about his bank balance
and how he would snap
in confrontation,
it's not important,
but its there.

I contemplate being the drunk
and my mind wanders towards her.
All is new, and maybe too late...
Something old is born;
my eyes sting in and out
of focus.
Questions replace what I thought were answers.

I wonder what she's doing now,
hoping she thinks of me
without venom,
but I understand that is not the case.
The day will crawl by
not offering much in the way of life.
A slow walk towards the all familiar
unknown.