Policar, 2000.
My home -- quiet spaces
You pulse through, disrupting.
Slammed feet, furtive steps,
Constant querulous muttering.
Touch all and pay nothing
And always want more.
It's called adolescence,
But not in your twenties.
Friends call you a space cadet
But you know better:
You know that you're right,
We're unfair and abusive.
You've given me one thing
In trade for this treatment.
I'm not sure I want it.
I've spent three years paying.
One day the loan vests
And we'll part, paths untwining.
I wish I could say
I don't care where your path leads.
Of course it's a lie.
Stray cats, refugees, orphans...
I can't help but care.
But I choose to ignore it.
For now we don't speak,
And our silence holds volumes.