One Way Ticket
The caffeine has grown cold, a bitter aftertaste remains,
Clinging to your tongue and spreading all over,
Black and bitter like that cold dreary night,
Shirt smelling of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke.
Your duffel bag is at your feet, ticket in hand, thumbing its ragged edges,
Left aisle, seat # 23, the usual fare,
The tired, overhead speakers blare a sappy tune.
Raindrops dance across the orange neon outside.
I never even knew exactly why you came, or why you left.
It's not as if you didn't have a choice.
But you did, tears stinging and burning our faces,
Suddenly, reality gives way to illusion. Lies.
Many nights I've dreamed of you and you alone,
Wracked with loneliness, half-crazed with guilt,
Longing to caress your cheek and touch your lips,
We both ache for redemption and closure.
The laughter of newfound friends ring in your ears,
And the double-decker blares its horn down the road.
Bag in hand, heart in tow, feelings ablaze,
It's over. You're coming home.
Clinging to your tongue and spreading all over,
Black and bitter like that cold dreary night,
Shirt smelling of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke.
Your duffel bag is at your feet, ticket in hand, thumbing its ragged edges,
Left aisle, seat # 23, the usual fare,
The tired, overhead speakers blare a sappy tune.
Raindrops dance across the orange neon outside.
I never even knew exactly why you came, or why you left.
It's not as if you didn't have a choice.
But you did, tears stinging and burning our faces,
Suddenly, reality gives way to illusion. Lies.
Many nights I've dreamed of you and you alone,
Wracked with loneliness, half-crazed with guilt,
Longing to caress your cheek and touch your lips,
We both ache for redemption and closure.
The laughter of newfound friends ring in your ears,
And the double-decker blares its horn down the road.
Bag in hand, heart in tow, feelings ablaze,
It's over. You're coming home.