Ere from The War

Broke down in Pensacola

South of where you loved me last

Past the acre he left in the will

Did our savings get us very far?

Did they get us anywhere past the rest stop or the Dire Straits tribute band?

We never left Queens

Outside the old Onderdonk, “If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears”

That August when everything changed

Our Moonlight Sonata

emblazoned and glistening past the expressway

Would I ever come home again

If not, for whom would I call home now?

The two story walkup

Sequestered on desire and shame?

Where was home?

Was it the house at the end of the cul-de-sac

With the kids in the back of the RAV4?

Or was it the villa

Off the Tyrrhenian sea?

Where I saw my reflection in the constellations of the world unbeknownst to me

Did I ever have a home?

Encapsulated and strangled in captivity

My pastimes of the world

Nostalgia and remembrance of the day once lived in the home once lived

That two story walkup did it hold me back?

For I would never leave New York

I feared the day I would; for I know I wouldn’t look back

My greatest fears personified 

The life I lived

At Springfield Boulevard; Exit 29

Take it to the end of the road and stare out into the sea

That windy November before I cut my hair (for the last time)