She stared out the window, lost
in the passing landscape. The bob
and sway of the train, the song it sang
as it rolled along its tracks, her only solace.
The miles slipped past, her memories
with them, every click of the rails carrying her
closer to a new life she hoped to discover;
further from the one she hoped to forget.
So many wrong turns, so many
fateful decisions, painful disappointments - in
herself and those she counted on - had brought
her to this place - uncertain of who she was
yet certain she would become something
someday to someone somewhere.
Her somber eyes, now filled with grief,
slipped away from the world outside to
her hands, cold with her anxiety; the ring
now missing seemed heavy on her finger,
constricting her heart, consuming her soul.
Tears, a salty cascade of regret, slid
silently down her cheeks as the past
rolled away behind her.