Past

greyhound bus brings you home on a friday

late in the evening, early the next morning

never thought youd hold on this long

never imagined

//

black bird carries bad luck back

upon its shoulders

feathers ruffled expressively

beak held impressively

onto my hand

tugging, yanking pressure

pulling me out of my warm nest

dropping fast

freefall

//

i remember it rained as i drove away

slowly watching it all freeze

your music was the only music i could hear

i felt

i believed in.

//

there is a fly in my head

pestering my brain

buzzing with noise

now yelling

now screaming

now crying

same buzz over again

day after day.

//

a storm rolls in.

but it never rains.

it just ends.