Coffee ~~~ Broke

 Runners eating Ulster fries
Children playing cars
Walls full of positivity
"I'm sorry for what I said when I was hungry"
"Choose to see the good stuff"
Mothers chatting about Niamh and Lauren
The dancing glitter girls
And me

Happy messages counter intuitive
walls crumbled, crumpled,
And I cried.
Tears of self pity of self woe
Of self self self
Poured down my pock
marked face

The one known for smile and happy disposition
In bits
In pieces
Lonely as Puck
was he lonely did he moan about it
Or is it a letter shift for those not used to me
And the way I speak