that moment was mine

you guided guilt to the sweet spot of time by myself, i rarely seek

it slipped out

comments spinning spells i cast when tragedy was traded for your personal gain

not sure what you got

i caught a train with a ticket i bought years ago

they honored my intentions

even though paper had expired

i hopped off at the first stop and crossed tracks still humming

the tune straddled my synapses

i sat under the turkey claw shade of a cherry tree in fall

alone