i.
Nights spent brooding,
trickling down life’s gravel,
finally confronting self.
Now appraising
the faded colours of my dreams,
peeling flakes of ambition ̶
all carriages, shunted
into a siding,
came to a juddering halt.
ii.
Prodding each other onward,
a procession passes.
They glance my way,
̶ old friends,
acquaintances ̶
holding up their palms’
blank stars to me;
I gaze gormlessly.
iii.
Would you smile?
Would you invest that much of yourself
even in passing?
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