closure

in the end, there is closure, the 

sun sinks behind the horizon and the day is done.

another day will come, the sun will rise in the east

and different faces will gaze across the abyss.

we hope for friendlier ones with kinder words.

tomorrow the sky will be blue and the fog will have lifted.

I will be protected by someone, the others will have 

gone in their new cars and packed coolers,

their smug smiles intact.

I will go home to a little black dog and a 

kind man with a big gap in his front teeth,

he will smile at me.

I will smile back. 

I can't wait to go 

home.