the last man
i look up
from a book
realizing that i’m
the last man left
on the bus
it feels good
for a second
like the apocalypse
like getting a wish granted
but i know this bliss
will not last
i wonder
what’s next?
what comes next?
unsatisfied so easily
suddenly thinking of
oscar wilde
who said:
in this world
there are only
two tragedies
one is not getting
what one wants
and the other is getting it.
and ain’t that the fucking truth?
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