Do you ever feel like a half-eaten falafel abandoned on a bus stop bench at 3AM?~Micheal Roque

Traffic dies down,

people stop passing by,

you’re sat half-consumed—  

a stale pita lost to the anticipation of a next bite,

wondering why you weren’t finished.

Did the purchaser think you weren’t good enough?

That you lacked taste?

Maybe you made them feel too full— 

too much for them to stomach?

Too spicy for their senses,

perhaps they didn’t want the fragrance of your amba

sticking to their fingers?