sweet soda on my tongue and laughter in my throat
the music is too loud to hear the train a mile away.
my tie is skewed, my sleeves rolled up;
the windows fold into the car and winter wind pours in.
with a pocket full of pens, and a head full of dreams,
we can make this work.
new doorknobs only breaths away,
to open to a new sunrise and sunset, at a different dining table.
a new family, hand-picked members this time
full of grace and joy in their own unique manner.
there are no good-byes, only fresh hellos
still pale and in the package.
so I roll my sleeves and get to work, smiling as I dream my dreams,
no longer alon