Cold expectations;
Slightly blessed relations-
Ships on the sea,
Please, Breathe some life into me.

Vacations aren’t the same,
Empty
Social obligations confounded,
Awkward.

The things I write will always stay,
Showing up at the end of the day
As if to say,
‘Goodbyes are okay.’

It’s confusing, really-
Vacations, social obligations, and me,
But I promise, I’m not an emotional absentee.
-some guy named Charlie