Games

My once close circle
of friends
now feel like polite strangers
as we meet yet again
for coffee..
the nightly ritual

As I approach the table
laughter ceases
no explanation of why
just a sigh
as someone slides over
to make room for me

All I can do is question why
no one tells me of my trespasses
and as the awkward hours pass
I question again
why I didn't just sit alone

Maybe it is my irritation with
being lied to again
maybe it is just me
and if I asked nothing would be
wrong

After months of job hunting
to no avail
and everyone telling me it would be ok
their concern turns to match
my own frustration

Alone at last they all
dispurse
to leave me with questions
unspoken
and tears abound
I wish I could just
soak into the ground
like the tears I shed
walking home alone
again