Sometimes you have to walk away

 

The offer was good, decent pay

and a job I knew I'd like.

But for the exhaustion

and failed employment before,

I'd have stopped in at the cafe

where he told me he'd be.

I looked up at the trees

in the sunlight, my mind

shut down like my prospects,

debated not whether I'd go

and shake on the offer,

but whether I'd drive east or west

until there was no sunlight left.