I sit on the outside of the sorority house waiting for an invitation 
Their address is mine 
Mine is theirs 
I wait in my car for the anxiety to fly through the sunroof 
The walk across the narrow street feels lonely 
I see a spot reserved for me but there are no more slots available 
I am a lone wolf hungry for acceptance 
I cannot come in from the cold
I wait on the bench for my turn to play 
Here and there
I am an intruder 
A sad song playing on a turntable 
It’s cold in my winter games
The sweater is torn
Outside I sit waiting
I wait for the light to come on as my signal 
It’s still dark 
Written by Michael A. Moss for Escape Indie, 2017, All Rights Reserved. 


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