33 | Homesick

that day in Buffalo

I lost my mind

glanced over my shoulder

as the one I loved

turned that second corner

a final goodbye

a hello to a painful future

tried to hold back the tears

wetting my eyeballs bitterly

an overwhelming fate,

cards dealt and played

caused me to collapse there

in front of the bus station

though I proceeded

my life was gone

the final act

was for a bus

to transport my empty corpse

back to a place

a home away from home