The town was Chicago. Though, it could have been
Houston or Detroit-
gritty and urban, wholesome, home.
The dawn was just breaking. The sun
made a sound,
and dreams lying down.
We walked through the station,
silent and stout.
Our eyes told the story, for our
words had died out...
The train came early, a beast without
care, a steel monster jerking, then burning
the air, then leaving me looking, then you just weren’t there
“Once you love, you can never lose..."
"Really? You think that's true?"
You swore it was that day.
That beautiful morning,
that ugly ache,
you left and I
And I remain, still, stung by the day
my first taste of freedom
rode away on the