Un Jour

I walked the concrete steps again, today.

Their Medusa snickers echoed with each passing step, but I ignored them.

I got lost at sea in a briny pool of tears, today.

Sounds of the wind’s children waving melancholic goodbyes sang.

I wanted to paint my nails yellow again, today.

But I settled for setting the world on fire with a coven of sisters.

I begged my body to ache in loneliness again, today.

It instead joined a secretive club in the middle of Delaware.

The exit sign at the end of the hall is flickering again, today.

I can’t see the way out.

I forgot what fresh-cut grass smells like again, today.

My quest to find a missing little girl was interrupted.

They fixed the flickering exit sign at the end of my hall, today.

Now I know the way out, but I don’t want to go.

Oh, they say the day is over.

But I haven’t done anything.