dusk

swirled cotton candy on one side
Gone With The Wind on the other
sleek silver train slithering through city streets
in between the in-between of dusk and dark
miles to go before reaching the car, before bed

trees rush past
shadow pockets blurred in the window
i check my phone for another text
hoping...
as the train surges from one stop to the next
leaving the city with its mashup of history and greed
and progress for its own sake
behind

sun slides into bed as i blink slowly
pulling a blanket of familiar dark over the sky
as i sigh, feet throb, bones ache in new places
wish the week were shorter, life were longer
i had more in-between