At the end of the day,
When the world stops moving
And I stop giving, serving, doing…
I collapse into my indulgent need
To be selfish.
Depleted and exhausted
Cranky and empty
Closing in…
I offer little
You want more.
I stretch through
You bend too…
We meet there.
My light now dim
We soak it in
Once again.
You always get the leftovers.
You work so tirelessly
All day long
Numbers and figures
That are relentlessly torturing.
The pressure builds high
And the stress overwhelming…
You come home to collapse
Into a haze of meandering.
Not quite there
Your presence murky
Stumbling around the chaos
