I have traveled my life
Through these self-same wretched streets
All these years; hating their sameness
The same odious landmarks; the same old walls
The same rudeness.
The same unease with a stuporous disquiet.
One day, the newness came
In a shape different from how we’d imagined it;
In an ominous reminder that change
Takes hideous forms at times.
It came draped; in folds of monstrous terror
Rented the frippery of desire asunder
With ease; battered disarray into the gash.
It came uninvited and settled to stay.
I still travel the self-same streets
Without you to return to now
A new dazed, diminished and derailed me
And the newness is the sameness now.