He had a face designed for happiness
But he was blue
From all the life the cold world stole
From his body
His eyes once bright
Hang like the do not disturb sign
On the worn motel room door
His smile once animate
Is nothing but a fine line
Like the edge between regret
and suffering
Yet something about him clutched attention
Like the vacancy sign
Flashing off the exit of the interstate
I tried to keep driving
But I felt propelled
As if I was the guest of honor
Attending his invite only
Party for two


-JustHayy