Sabotaged

Last night, work was moving
At a fast clip,
And I was ahead, on top,
With room to spare
But I passed the engine room
With compressors humming there
Like a siren call
I was stalled and stepped
To the frame.
They were abuzz.
The brand name is the same.
I felt my friends beside me
In the world that almost was
Still echoing alongside my reality
Where I can, at times, peek and see
What I would have looked like
Happy.

Whatever I might say of me,
The me that I used to be,
I wanted safety.

HR disagreed.
She wanted me to leave.

It was her place to decide,
So I occasionally say goodbye
To the ghost of could’ve been.