Nighthall

The garden outside.
Visitors all avoiding eyecontact.
Yearning and guilt.
Settling down are the adults as children invent games.
And old age toys with some of us like a  wrestless addict.
The dark corners of the hall add to the awkward feeling.
Alleys between us as if we were neighbourhoods.
No connection though physically close yet...
Worlds away- in a dark hall,
Where we attempt to socialize.
Kiss me on the cheek with mouthfulls of distaste.