After Work

We walked into some

diner

that place we always sit

and buy

salads

and

poutine

and

cinnamon buns.

And this time,

we ran out

our minds

stuck out on the road

and I don't know if I'll

ever see that face

again

maybe in a year

maybe you'll remember

we are all here

waiting

I got off work

and I ran into you

and we couldn't

walk the same

for days

we were crippled

by guilt

we were crippled

by all of those promises,

that we broke just by smiling