when it comes true
when my dream is found,
my goals reached,
will I be fulfilled?
will the future be everything I’d hoped,
or a letdown
a saddening realization of truth
telling me exactly what I don’t want to hear.
it can’t be predicted, and that makes me fear that my work isn’t good enough to describe how I feel.
but if the future was certain, I do not know
how far my dreams would let me go.
she takes the stairs,
her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps.
she turns the tarnished silver doorknob,
and the door creaks open.
before her sits a man.
I catch a glimpse.
from afar,
the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight
his expression unreadable,
as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul.
Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment,
spit his gum on the ground
and lit his cigarette.
the same as yesterday.
the same as every day.
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