Thursday, January 7, 2016

Train in The City

The train had too many stops 
Life begins on one of them
She is sure
This can not be it

It is at one of those stops
The lights pass each time the train door opens
She clutches the bottom of her seat saying
… maybe there is something better on the next one 
Waiting for a sign 
Something bright 
Saying this is it 

This is where your life starts 

The years keep passing
Like reminders of wasted opportunity 
Of things built and discarded 

The increasing gray on the roads
Looking for bright lights 

Wearing a ring from the men who was going to give her children
A shirt from the one she met last night
A little hope that there is a love she won’t break

The city is lonely 
But the further she gets out the more it smells like death
Like wasting away
Hanging yourself on a picket fence 
Waiting for the bright lights to save her again

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