Turnstiles To Tears Poem by Susan Lacovara

I bumped into the ghost of you today
Going through my morning turnstile
To the platformed coffee pot
That was the first stop
On our daily commute
Back when the tracks lead
in some sensible direction
Before we derailed

The unattentive crowd of passerbyers
Rarely makes eye contact
Long enough to see the pain
I am desperate to hide
Ticket to 'Nowhere Fast'
Crumpled in my hand

I stand peering down at the rails
Which track speeds to you
Which one, long and winding,
Takes my once-upon-a-time thoughts
Far, far away
Chugging and heaving
Towards a destination I failed
To properly pack for
How could I have left the perfectly pressed
Once well suited for me, You, behind