plateaus of habit

At the pond again. Joint in my mouth
Bad music on the radio the weather. changes
At my impending exit. i want to travel roads I've seen before to people I've
Known as friends

Today you invited me
To party again. I'd take you up on that.
But these years show
me how over it I am


Instead I'll demure
With false smile
Pretended interest.
A guess as good as goodbye