Dark Lights

It’s that outside feeling.
The nagging sense I have no home.
The feeling that I am an Encroacher;
that the awful sick feeling I have
of intruding on an already happy complete home.
I remember looking and seeing the scene.
I remember how he told that was what she wanted.
I remeber the only encouragement he gave
was to join in anyway-
                                         to force someone to feel awkward.
I couldn’t and so I became the joke.
The one waiting for something so desolate.