Out Of Step

The sky is too black tonight;
Inky, murky, jet, deep, flat black.
The stars are buried within it.
I search and squint my eyes;
But I see neither stars nor moon.
Off to the north, a haze of cloud
Hovers softly like damp fog.
It does not touch the sky above.
The wind whips by in chilly swirls,
Defying the fact that it is near summer.
I sit alone in a silk chemise,
As black and rich as the night.
The bodice is embellished with
Lace, pearls, and tiny pink roses.
A beautiful garment, now too large;
The straps slip from my shoulders
Threatening to expose me to the world.
A world that I’m out of step with.
Today, I am dancing my own dance
To a tune that falls silent and deaf
Upon the ears of others.
I have been in the wrong place
At the wrong time all day.
I sit alone in the quiet of nightfall,
Feeling like a badly tuned piano.
A perfectly polished facade,
But twisted and hollow inside.
I am angry, and fiercely so,
And I don’t know who to blame.
Should I blame the others;
The ones who needed me
When I was not there?
Or should I blame myself?
But I grow tired and weary,
So I will not wait any longer
For the doorbell or phone.
I will give in to sleep
And hope that tomorrow
Brings the answer of today.