commute home
furrowed brow all the way
so tired
so frustrated
so
cranky
so
uncertain
so
not wanting to deal
so

bloated

mourning
too strong
grieving fits
but not perfectly
moping
makes me the victim
in a bratty way

why must I wait

will it come to me

will I go away

fed up

will I come back

hopeful again

ready to face

I don’t know

whatever

that is 

anything

but

now