145.365 - when they return

somewhere in the night
a darkerness collects
discarded goodness
kindnesses not done
generosities withheld
they gather there and wait
curdle into resentments
gather and wait
for a night darker enough
that they can disperse
unnoticed and unseen
and seize
here a wandering child
there a woman alone
but mostly disappointed men
and oh that night
will see a heady vengeance
as our good deeds not done
return to hack us