The darkness had already fallen when
I walked out of the office right on time.
I fumbled in my pocket for a pen
To sign the timecard, found it and a dime,
An old receipt, a lozenge...as I signed
I muttered a good-evening to the man
Sadder than I was, rigidly confined
Inside the office longer. I began
To walk out to the bus, only because
My car was in the shop, then had to wait
Cooling my heels out in the air, which was
More frigid than expected. It was late.
After much longer than I had desired
I arrived home, not happily, but tired.
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