A lone star
over a train yard at midnight,
guiding home
a runaway heart.
Your cigarettes still linger
leftover in the ashtray;
blue eyes behind smoke.
A vacant highway somewhere out there,
but my shelter has become
somewhere in your smile,
deep in the dark.
I’m a hoard of pain.
You’re a soft spring rain
as an orange dusk dusts
down on the highway
I’ve been staring down
all these years.
Fight or flight,
can’t make up my mind,
but you’re here
tonight.
And I can set down
these weapons of self-hate
that have crushed
these bones all along.
I did the damage to myself
long before I knew
I’d gone too far.
Yet here you are,
with the calm of a lone star
over a train yard at midnight,
guiding me home,
for my shelter has become
somewhere in your
blue eyes behind smoke,
deep in the dark.
