week after week,
i find myself in unfamiliar places and settings.
although it’s interesting to see new & different things
it’s lonely being away from friends and family,
who you look to lean on, with happiness or sorrow.
i bite my lips getting through the week, thinking…
just 3 more days, 2 more days, 1 more day…
until his arrival.
whether he knows this or not…
he missed the train that i arranged for him to come see me.
with disappointment and anger, i yelled out to him,
and now he is no longer coming.
so, alone again, silly joy.
tears…
