Poetry, Adeline Foster
The fluorescent lights of every-day-life they linger cold as my sweaty fingers these times aren’t changing I’ve grown tired of waiting and hoping you might call me tonight.
In the light-polluted night I still found Cassiopeia she’s such a stunning sight and telling me I’ll be alright but where is a song I could play all night long about how we got up and left and it was for the best and I love you still?
Because we did have that day
when we wouldn’t eat
slow-sipped chai to make you stay
and walked my childhood street
I’ll never look at art the same
or at the sky, the acid rain
on our town’s star-crossed flame.
So as I board this cursed train
I clutch my small gain.