walked into the day
unprepared for the cold
disappointment
surely felt before
on the brink of starting
a new
but really
nothing is different
it will bring the same heartbreak
same false expectation
of that brighter time
must be so near
only so much waiting
a person can do
only so many coffee shops
to gaze at their glee
until becoming a
permanent spectator
lusting for their mediocrity
because it is different than
mine
not better
but maybe