For those of us who’ve picked it up just to put it down,
found it wanting
and thrown it around.
For those of us who return the next day
with regret in our eyes
for what we’ve chucked away.
For those of us whose keys don’t fit,
whose bridges burn
beyond paths dimly lit.
For those of us who walk slow in the rain,
who wince at the touch of the Boss and the Chain.
For those of us, I propose a toast!
Or maybe an apology,
a letter in the post.
You didn’t see me coming
but then neither did I,
for those of us who yelp and rage and fight and fly…