Not Accepting Applications

Not Accepting Applications

tears
and raindrops
soak through
the paper
dissolving the ink
and any possibilities
of me
taking the job
that
I felt SO qualified to do.

Hopeful was I,
GIDDY was ME,
a woman ready to
reenter the workforce
for the tough job
of relationships
and when I,
when i
stepped up
to the door
of that INSTITUTION
and saw that
SIGN....

it said "not accepting applications"
and my whole wall of
hope and
excitement
came falling
--a myriad of bricks,
it seemed--
down and
crushed all my...
boy, i'm hurt.

So, now
I stand at the locked door
looking helplessly
at the inside.
Two people
with party hats,
hugging, filled with joy.
Wish one was me.
I can't lie.
But I pass off
my tears as raindrops falling
on my face,
like the skies
cry FOR me,
and walk away.