Tracey

Weak smile on his face, he says we’ll carry on, I turn my face away, a horizon once bright, we'll navigate alone, make it feel right, maybe take a train, anyone that comes, we once rode this way, the picture's not kind, I could cry but won't, not a time to make light, why it works this way, he’ll never understand, cars fill up their lanes, within a city's sight, I'll go underground, beneath a lavender sky, bets we each could make, tired of all the loans, nothing's here to gain, by going home.