In a Queue

I stand in a queue and make nice

Because that's what I am told to do.

But my patience is starting to wear thin

While I wait for the green light's permission to start again.

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After months spent 

Derelict and grief-stricken, 

I was alone with myself, wishing to be with anyone else,

Before accepting myself as a roommate.

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Hoping for just a short stint, 

I tried my best to not be short on rent,

But in this place of uncharted roads, 

I still feel like a ghost,

Waiting in line for a host's permission to haunt again.