Watching the world
race by,
through bus window seat.
Tears creeping down
desolate sagging face.
Longing over lost loves
and days gone by
but knowing that this road
is the right one for now.
Waving farewell
through the tears that swell.
Waving to those old broken smiles
once etched to my face
replaced by pain.
Just watching the miles
as they blur past.
Green, grey, blue, green, grey, blue.
All blending into a picture of you
and this empty countryside covered
in rivers of tears that I cried.
Watching as the memories
fall from autumnal trees.
Coating the ground.
Mushy nutrients to this hungry land.
Head in hand I watch
the bruised stormy sky,
letting its hurt out
one blinding flash at a time.
Soaking the earth.
renourishing the soil,
ready for rebirth.
Watching as we pull into the city.
The new sights invigorate me.
The bright lights waking sleepy mind
to the possibilities.
I wipe away already drying tears.
Depart the bus
and let the wind blow away
the cobwebbed dark thoughts.
I start to walk.
My feet will find the right course.
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