You check your watch,
2:00am,
the hour of silence and winos,
filtering out of the bar across,
your window stained from neglect
from apathy,
curtains hang limp,
your eyes hang lifeless,
this is what you have been awaiting,
that moment when cool air
hits cool feelings,
colliding characters caught in
front of final forces,
your ticket held tightly,
the house a mausoleum of empty
shadows,
your watch screeching,
your mouth dry,
your appointment nigh, with bags
packed and shoes alongside the door,
all left is to slip them on,
walk outside and join the throbbing
mass,
let their heaves take hold,
your tired muscles caressed in chaos,
subsumed by the crowd,
you vanish.