Sad Songs Remind Me

sad songs remind me,
something sometimes I wish it weren't true
and there's this futility in trying to explain it
but I'll try, dear blog reader, for you

like when its 4:45,
in the winter time lowly,
and these hours at work crawl by so slowly,
the dimming shadows of the sun on the floor,
the din of home-walking shoes,
and the slam of office doors.
the quick whiff of lonely
as the last person leaves
the flicker of lights
on the parkinglot streets
the memories of sadness,
the melancholy fades in
asking me please to listen
to all these sad songs again
I try, and I fail... I can't hold it back
the memories attached,
and the feelings of regret
the mourning, the listening, the stomach-churning drones
that take me back so far, and I feel so alone
then, like they came... they fade back away
carrying away in a riptide the load of past days
past Bowery street blustry,
past Ocean City's dying senset
past Havre de Grace prominades
past New Orleans unsettling moments
until I'm left, like before... still, still and once more
Upset and alone... ready to go home... home... home.
Close the door.