train (of thought) poem
while I ride this delayed Amtrak Northeast Regional
Pic of a married friend posted to Facebook in which I could see the sadness but we don’t talk anymore
In a world we didn’t leave – and I see nothing unless through the heavily beveled glass of nostalgia – you meet me on the same street – ignore the bite of the bittersweet and pocket the knife of memory – I hear a song only you would’ve thought of – and imagine one untouchable thing after another – the bride is sad – forgetting when future was all we had – I’m writing this from the place that I am – cutting the lyric into a curve – singing a melody and forgetting the words – is he man enough to remind you – not to take what the devil says you earned