I felt like I had been left behind
The train took off while I stood in line.
I was crying, just lost in the faces.
I was crying.
Standing near the tracks,
I choked on the thick exhaust.
that lingered behind to keep me company.
I walked the tracks alone that night.
in my autumn misery.
The wind was unforgiving, like a series of slaps to my face.
I was strong enough to push you away.
yet somehow,
I weakened and thought of you.
My memories of a broken home
