So near and yet so far:
I neared escape velocity
Only to fall back into
A familiar orbit at
The last moment.

The second time was an
Accident, I suppose:
A function of time and
Distance, a place to go
Simply because it was
Far from my destination.

Made vague and disjointed
By the darkness,
My memories are of
A bridge, some trees, and
A train to the place
I almost visited.

Somehow, I expected more,
Even though it was
Merely a means to an end,
Somewhere that happened
To be the wrong place
At the right time.

08/01/2020

Posted on 09/09/2020
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