Paying no attention
to where I am going
I read & re-read
your letter
words blurring
into stop after stop
until I look up
realize I am
many miles past
where I should get off.
Now
I don’t know
where I am
at all.
I leave your letter
on the bus
sitting upstairs
all on its own
journeying blindly on
as I try to make my way back to
somewhere...anywhere
anything familiar
I can recognize
as me
…the last stop before a broken heart.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lsst-stop-before-a-broken-heart/
