The pubs are long closed
The coffee’s been drunk
And our friends have all gone home.
In the quiet of my room
After an evening’s false jollity
I take off the Brave Face with cleansing cream
And am once again alone.
Maybe if I ignore it
Ostrich-fashion
The future
Will simply
Go away.
Written when the end of my student days was in sight and I was I was wondering what choices to make and which path to follow.
And here I am again.
