snow fall on a silent day
covering the ground in a suburb
and walking through the thin frost covering the dormant life below
under a grey sky
the same color as your heart in that moment

driving through the empty streets at midnight
watching the sleeping world pass by you
through your darkened window
illuminated by stoplights as your father drives

taking your unknowingly last steps in the train yard by your house
listening to the train horns in the distance
and making empty statements about running away
and your father says, “go ahead”
but you don’t move
because there’s no way that you can leave your whole life behind
at a whim


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