Suspicious male

It could go either way on any other day, but today’s the day it goes that way,
I’ve been that way and this way could have been another way on any other day.

but I’m missing her, the one I share things with, the one who gives me the reasons to live.

The sun comes out in the evening and that’s the way I like it.

On easy chair which was once a street
my life as it is, beats a hasty retreat
and I close my eyes,
sleepy
sleepy
I need something to keep me
awake.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.