Hand in my pocket
watching the flames shoot up
cracked concrete under my feet
lighter click complete
past burning up in a red hot delete
eyes set on a new road
unloading a heavy load
Throwing my baggage in the
sparking river
as the bridge & all her ashes
begins to crumble
posts and steel tumble
Turn my back
as my feet find the
lone train track
taking me where I need to go
wind begins to blow
whispering her tune
wistful & full of hope
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