fiction

[zakkmastro]

my prisoner, my son
I gathered up all my courage
in a pack inside my pocket,
and a fist around my waist
i went up to the train conductor
and i slowly asked him
where it is we are going
he looked up at me and said
"son your on the to nowhere,
and you better get off now"
so i put my head in my hands
and cried
a single tear
Then the conductor appeared to me
in all of my friends
and they told me what i was to do
I thank them all for that guidance
they are the light
that shows my way

So i ran and ran and ran
to the nearest fucking train
i knew would take me back to you
the ride was long
so i took out my notebook and wrote
rhymes and words to bring you back to me
I looked up and saw the conductor
collecting ticket stubs from the dead
with a smile, and a whistle
And when he got to me he said
oh son dont worry
this ride, is free
so i put my money back in my pocket
next to my dead cellphone
and a note written to you
when it was finally my stop
i walked the coldest walk
of my entire life

I may make some bad desciscions
and they may create
some distance
but just remember that
i have loved you since the night
we shared our first dance
and i prayed and prayed an awful prayer
that you would be her
and the girl i could go home with
but we left in separate cars
and retired to our houses,
never to ever speak again
and thats where i am right now,
at the door of your house
with a note addressed to you
and i knock a drum beat on your door
and it echoes down the street
i just hope that you will answer