Wandering thoughts lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces
places
place
A deep and steady beat for something else
Glazed vision staring out into the metallic ocean of routine
Where are they
Where is the sky above the clouds
The blue of yearning
Presently smeared with whips of forgotten grays
Fogged onto a pane too thick to open
Shut but not sealed
Weighed down by suppressed expectations
of what is to come
if it comes
fear
of it never arriving.