Weary [PJM]

sorry,

in the very next day, at lunch,

i saw you, again.

behind that same tree,

sitting on that same bench,

you are quietly eating the sandwich of yours,

all alone, again.

as you look sadder than before,

i see you there,

fighting back your tears.

i want to walk towards you,

to comfort you,

but who am i to you anyway?