red

the setting sun shoots its rays straight into my eyes
my eyes shut and all i see is the color red
red just like the vast sky, and the baby behind me cries
his mother quickly gives him his bottle and the baby bobs his head

the ride is smooth and the time to destination slowly gets smaller
next to me is a silent man reading his newspaper and sipping coffee
i try to make conversation but he is as silent as a tree
i'm talking to myself and my voice just slurs

i can not sit still, my seat is extremely uncomfortable
shifting positions every five minutes and clenching my fists
i have come to realize that my somewhat disturbed mind is far from stable
so i start to think of you waiting for me like i always do
because the terrible feeling never persists

now the sun is down now and the moon is high, the man next to me is asleep
the baby is still, staring at the ceiling, and the mother sighs in relief
i can feel the train slowing down, finally at our final destination
and you were waiting at the gate, my final alleviation