What historic shadows do we live with? What bricked, mortared, and hole-riddled, but still beating heart will we keep saying suffices? What love? What? This battered banner These stars Ready now, to tell true stories Able, finally To let go To grow
If you’re trekking alone in the dark
The train station within sight
Hope of home in your heart
Schedule unknown but hoping you won’t be late
Those obstacles in the meantime?
The throngs of strangers
The loved One who neither noticed you’re gone, nor cares whether you’ll ever return
A nearly dead battery and bank balance
Yesterday tethered around your ankles
Take comfort, you are seen
Someday, in 20/20 hindsight, find
A candle shone in some window
That beautiful soul, burned for you
The train leaves sharp at 11:11pm
You are loved far greater than you think
Now run, freely
The things we learn to love
Born of sorrow, sometimes
Longing, for what has gone away, never to return
Decide, I decided
Let go, as the Sage said
Learn to love anew