...Drive Through...
That haunted, exhausted
look
so familiar
yet so foreign
to her life
as it is now
So much a part
of who she has
turned out to be.
On rainy days
She is even more
lethargic
even more pressed
for vitality
in a way that bleeds
and drains her.
An old lady looks over at her
at the drive through
She knows one day
it will be her, looking over
all the mis-spent gifts
all the wonderings
of connections
and unanswered questions
just being asked
at the drive through.