Journal Journal: Mid-Atlantic Express 5
It's that time again,
the saddest time of year.
And everyone knows it.
But the thought would bear on them so
better to just
wait.
Not much to say
About this place
not already said.
But this recursive statement
eases off the tension
a bit
and the next breath
is sweeter.
Could we hold on for a moment?
No, I just need a moment.
A moment and then we can go on.
Thanks.