BrokenEchoes

  “I have slowly become tangled Just a knot of unfulfilled expectations That I can’t figure out how to untie” She stared out the window as she spoke The bus was nearly empty But I could tell these words weren’t meant for me She continued… “I have let down everyone I know I’ve handed out disappointment like business cards Like fliers at an airport Like cake at an office party” She uttered these thoughts with palpable regret She had disappointed herself as well This was evident The bus slowed to a stop and she got off I don’t know if she was on the phone talking to someone Talking to herself Talking to the night I’ve never seen her again I still think of her sometimes When I disappoint someone,  Or someone disappoints me I hope, wherever she is,  That things have gotten better for her  

  I wander unfamiliar streets It is loud and chaotic Not like back home Honking from every direction Construction noises and shouting Everything is moving faster than it should be Traffic zips along Even the people seem to be in a rush I feel…out of place Unwelcome, uneasy I find myself a bench I sit and try to acclimate to the mayhem Tune in…adjust to the madness around me Once I have camouflaged myself Once I am indiscernible from the background static, I stand I resume my rambling Blending into the rush.