Leaving This Station

new love and the impact of it

As I sit here,
Brightness shining through the
Flipped up blinds,
Contemplating these small, lost
Dreams of mine that I second
Guessed could ever come close.
Thinking I was held at this spot,
With good people around me but
I’m treading, treading.

Ending each night with a glass
To soften the blows, the wishes,
The deepening sadness that
Permeated from my head to my
Feet.

Spoken words and
Written too implying things;
I yearned but never knew
Were my own possibilities
Anymore.
Not complacent and
Not completely worse for the journey
To nowhere-
But suppressing the excitement,
Cherished moments of laughs
And flighty sass.

Frightened to drive toward Amtrak,
Pick you up,
And let myself live for the first time
In this chosen world of freedom and
Fullness.
A break from my reality yes
But a start of a new
One.

Sitting so long, watching for lights
And now you are in the car.
In anticipation bravely for you
To move for me.
One instance, one moment so
Commonplace that I have waited
Seemingly infinitely for;
I’m unstuck now.