Before a Shift
It's strange to be here,
When I thought I would be there.
I feel disappointed,
Somehow lacking and disjointed.
If, perhaps, and whys,
Intentions interwoven with sighs.
No more room left to grieve,
No more tears to cleanse or relieve.
Senses turned off, the mind in a hole,
Don’t ask me anything—my heart won't know.
I will simply linger here,
Until I am able to transform it to there.
Alice W. Lee