i am tired of walking between
two worlds and an Amtrak
a Megabus
a blue speeding Honda
this time, i hardly
saw your face at the station
so i held your eyes in mind
better than i ever beheld you tangibly
but i can’t make promises like
i’ll never let go
i believe you love me
i’m fine
even in motions like this
it’s not fair and
that’s normal
this is just a spinning wheel
whose rotations are familiar
tired of walking between
your face at the station
and that’s normal
just a spinning
in motions like this
two worlds and
better than i
love me
it’s not fair
tired of
between
familiar
rotations
speeding
hardly
wheel
emoody lives and writes in the Midwest United States. She works for 12Writing, an online resource hub for creative writers, and teaches creative writing as a Sutherland Fellow at Illinois State University.
