Every night I sit —
I sit by the unsettling noise,
The crackling of the fire
That’s only inside TV screen.
I sit with the memories
Brought back by it.
Taken from the unforgiven
Versions of myself.
Here I sit, every night.
Amidst the laughs of friends
Who weren’t friends.
The lovers who love no more.
And, although my bright spirit shines
With hope, I wonder —
Wonder if there’s more to this world
Than woe.
