I left my heart
alone on a
train carriage,
destined for nowhere.
A place where hope can't
get hold and pull it apart.
A long way from home
A teardrop sunset falls
heavy upon the seat beside me.
I waved
as the train disappeared
into the distant haze,
I was unfazed.
What use is a heart,
when love
only leads to pain anyway?
When the tracks
all converge
into one lost town
where desolate tears
are spent, like copper pennies
poured into stagnant fountains.
I left my heart
in a runaway fantasy.
I'd let it depart
and I'd find a new one
dawning inside of me,
like the newborn sun forming above.
This was what hope had taught me.
That tomorrow, a brighter day
could greet and hold onto me.
Fresh and clean.
Unbruised by life,
untarnished by loves
gone by.
But time cycles on.
And loneliness
sits upon a bench
surrounded by concrete.
An island of solitude
in a lament spoken
to the breeze. A teardrop
sunset once again greeting me
in shadow symmetry.
But now the sky
pours a road in the
solid sunlight.
A passage
through the long grass,
and I can walk at last.
And the past
no longer stains
the future.
No longer a commuter
searching for another
lost passenger,
but the driver
of my destiny,
not tied to tracks.
The destination open
and I ride with
the wind in my hair.