restless
I have always been restless,
he said to me, as we sat there
on the curb, watching traffic flow
into the fading light of a late spring afternoon.
And yes, it is submerged sometimes,
buried under a layer of work and family and responsibility,
but always my heart yearns for something different, bigger,
something that would satisfy my soul,
and I do not think it exists – at least, not here.
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