Travel

Salt hangs in the mist
The bell from a channel buoy
Guiding me back home

We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many

The vessel broken
one soul escapes to freedom
with a final breath

Rivers of blacktop
Streaming towards infinity
But going nowhere.

I arrived in time
To watch you walk away from
Our lives together

The short light of dawn
Illuminating strangers
Waiting for the train