The ever familiar sound
Of the humming ding
Sounds just like
A mysterious newness I soaked up
In such a plentiful manner
Green hair mixed with an eager
Attitude as we cheered with red
Solo cups in hand, you were gone all summer
I planted my feet in the earth
Cried nervous resentful tears
As your body took mine
And feared what I was losing.

The same hum and ding occurs
But I ride about in the opposite way
Exploring yet another side of the multi
Faceted Chicago, I don't cry when he makes love to me
Though we move our chess pieces
About with longing hands
And we know we've got some work to do.

Veggie pancakes.
Peanut butter and jelly
I recalled soggy pasta
To you as you listened so intently

And just like that I realize
I'm on the wrong train
So I get off, disrupt the
Let's not use a pronoun because
I think maybe we might all be
More fulfilled
But I don't know
So I wait for the next train
But the right train.

I'm tired and my throat is dry
In yesterday's dress
You snore loudly and conquer me with sweet conviction
I remember thinking
Wow, Chicago public transit is spot on
The wind blowing in my hair
When I first arrived here
And honey honey, it's only been a year

Patience little one.