Lost Glasses

 


Upon the bench I am waiting,

for my departure on another recurring evening;

forever unchanging.

Though they are on me all I can see is foggy

-grey skies and faraway buildings,

faraway dreams and unrealistic cravings.

For a split moment,

as I left for where I'll rest till morning-

I remembered I forgot them,

but between sanity and visual clarity,

which I have chosen can be seen quite clearly.

- Lost Glasses -

Context: While on the lrt back to ss15, for the short period of the time the door was open, there I

saw a pair of glasses left sitting on the bench.


Written by,
Cynthia
StudentInk Writer

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