Another

Wells Preston

Wasted. Pointless. Yearning. Want.

Endless. Unfulfilled. Tired. Sore.

Frustrated.

The woman here

behind the counter

Has a hole.         not through her shirt

not to her flesh

            but straight through

to the wall

Sometimes

more than I can’t remember

I have felt the same.

The dead and dying leaves

            fresh from the oven

remind me of when I lost it last

            but it is times           like

these when I am

            so close

to filling it for awhile

it feels like this might finally be the last

even when I know

            there will always be another

this is the way it works

            beginnings lead to endings

                        and ending follow suit

when I always know the least

            when I feel the most

                        and when every

                                                sound, glance and movement

reveal more to me each second

            This is when it hurts the Most.