you will never know that cold cold road

that stretches to and from my dark window

as i stand with my thumb pointing in your direction

i can see the lights of cars coming

like insects on the horizon

and then all too fast i drown

in the bath of the headlights' inspection

disappear blindly

into the dull defeat of fading red

 

there is some comfort in knowing

that you are at the end of the journey

some saving grace in the promise of your arms

 

but that is wrong

that is a lie

 

i am not welcomed

you stand at the door wearing sleepy eyes

and hold firm to the chain

you do not listen to my heart or tears

your eyes like insects and then like flame

leaving me with nothing but the promise of the road

and the emptiness i travelled to leave behind

 

 

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