small insignificant needles
unnoticed and unseen
by the numerous people
gathered in these square feet
happening again and again
these needles compile
stacking themselves
neatly in my pocket
plucking them from air
only comprehended
by me and your silent rejections
when the time has come
and enough needles
have been gathered
i aimlessly read the clock
and make my way
out of the place
parting myself from
the unknowing numerous people
driving home
struck between the wheel
and the sad words
created by the speakers
i begin the painful process
of letting the needles
jab my heart
each one confusing me more
arriving home
switching myself
from sitting to standing
i feel the needles sting
a pain
I'll feel till tomorrow