Mary Panza
The Assumption
I am sitting in a dark bar on a
Bright day
You can still smoke
It smells bad
The smell I love
One of my favorite smells
Beer Trap Stale Smoke
Like fresh air
I finally belong
The conversation is stupid
It is always is
I have wanted to be here
Inside
Smoking
Safe
Waiting for you
Hoping you will have the answer to the question
Why
Me You Anybody Everybody
Joyfully partaking in the misery(Buddha)
Misquoting Shakespeare
Wind chimes like church bells
A dark bar on a bright day
Waiting to become the person I am meant to be
Looking out of the window
And when you finally do show up
I realize I miss
The
Waiting
Was the
Best
Part