Now, it certainly concerns me
Because I feel something missing.
And I am bereft of several things,
Crossing a discipline of emotions and realities.
Like losing control of my team.
Figuring out this love thing.
What are friends for, exactly?
And if it wasn’t for work’s staffing problems,
I would have personal time to breathe, and think, and solve all of them.
Now, I have even fewer people to talk to.
But, I’ll hash it out in poetry
And stray thoughts
And lots of sleep.
And by the time I must confront them,
It’ll be easy.