Deadlocked

A finger taps and then another

Recalling all you ever did, said, taught

The ear-piece lying astray gawks at me

Mocking my feeble advances and aggressive tears

Sunshine yellow and pristine white

A few dresses untouched, cursed

Burn them, do I?

That coffee table across the café cries

Asks me to leave

“You don’t belong here” as if it yelled

And I dragged my feet outside

Head hung low, abreast the nasty wind

I walk, keep walking, still walking

..And yet never walked past by.