the pipe rod length of cold water with the geyser on
the boot up time..after accidentally being shut down
the minutes that make hours on the unmoving queue..
the lame joke that is understood by few..
the sordid face u carried to office today..
he called u up but u had no “hi” to say..
she cooked your food and u ate with tasteless eyes..
the conversation u so often fill with good byes
the being but the absence of company..
being not THE one in this crowd of many..
the answers u give..as if u don’t care..
people still live with despair..
u owe them more..than words that rhyme..
they comprise you..you no separate dime
that will buy a meal in the market outside..
cheer up self..for they live with you inside