"How far back do you remember?" I ask the senior
And he knows
He knows that I'm not asking for the stories he tells- although they are good too
I am asking to understand
How much we matter
How much what we do matters
In this revolving door
Losing history every year
As memories fade and stories lose their humour with time
He smiles and he knows
He knows why I ask now
Because this is when you think about...

You promised a victory

Is this what you meant?

'Cause if so

It doesn't feel like a victory at all

This is empty

This is hollow

A victory comes with cheers and smiles

Tears and laughter

But this is just tears.

This is the change I asked for

But not the change I wanted

I asked for change

But surely you understand

This is no victory

At all

Am I supposed to keep waiting?

Or is now when I'm meant...

Smile, sit down, laugh, put your hands under the table, stand up, get food but not too much, go over there, sit down, laugh, put your hands under the table, stand up, speak quietly, migrate to a new table, smile, sit down.