UNDER the fluorescent lights
you didn't see my tears
so I poured them
into many pages
AS I've sat there watching you
walk away
one time too many
ruining everything in your way
YOU live for the drama
and my apparently BOUNDLESS
faithfulness
I've waited everlong
MY mind on rusty columns
the dirty tile grout
offering a STRANGE COMPANIONSHIP
to the dust I've gathered settled here
BECAUSE you keep coming back
like my TRAITOROUS sense
of being wanted
whenever I make up my mind to leave
THOUGH I've only ever MISSED the train
somebody changed, thank heavens,
the NARRATIVE I know
now, It's over
YOU see, could you
only be a masochist for so long
this is a much delayed GOODBYE
to being WANTED by you
TO you, to this place,
to this life lived in limbo
SO... I'll be on the next train
HOME.