“hail to embark”
He waited at the stop,
streetlight clouding above him,
timetable long past meaning.
In the window of the shelter
he caught himself —
not a threat,
just someone
who’d missed
too many departures.
A bus passed
without slowing.
He didn’t lift his hand.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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There is a sense of resignation in this write Cryptic a feeling of determinism and just walking through the steps of life and acceptance of what comes and a sense of hopelessness. It seems true for so many lacking a spark to ignite them into another sphere. Well written my friend.
So glad you picked up on that Soren. Thank you🕊️🙏🏻
A fine write, Arqios. Thoughtful read.
Thanks Jerry🕊️🙏🏻
Tremendous work.
My gratitude as ever, Thomas🕊️🙏🏻
Arqios, there’s a quiet weight in this that really lingers. That reflection moment in the glass, and the choice not to lift a hand…both feel so restrained, but full of meaning. It stays with you after. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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