departure and arrival

by mandaceehb

silent crowd waits,

watches tick past midnight

people warm cold seats and

parallel metal rails (what separates us and them)

armed with bouquets and expectations

half glazed eyes and winding earpieces marking the

path to unintentional slumber

flip flops scuff too-smooth mirror floors

between our departure and arrival there was

a sleepy car ride and rumpled home clothes

between their departure and arrival there was

a new head of memories

and chronic unwillingness to return

too often we choose the foreign skies scattered with possibilities over

the warm embrace of home