These dreary days that tell a tale.
Damp as, a kitten stuck in the rain.
Familiar as, a footstep that corrodes a foreboded path.
A sign: closed-down, living in the aftermath.
I have saturated myself with good times and bad.
Forlorn and fitful.
With only placating dampness…
Still, the sign, closed-down…
Living in the aftermath.