[Inspired by “You Remain” by William Ryan Fritch:]
A handful of cash so quickly exchanged
for the promise of hope, a quirk of a smile
betraying a wish, a dream held simply,
in the confines of his brain
and now on the lips – ah, her lips – revealing to others
plans for tomorrow (only
all-dependent on rails, a journey so far;
each changing of iron lanes a shimmer
of alteration of fate). They don’t know,
he does not know,
as his seated body speeds through a series of stations,
if this hope has no grounding,
no basis in fact. Childish, he worries,
this latching to that possibility; those future thoughts.
But he must act.
His breathing increases, sweat glistens his palms,
dampening the ticket – that pass to the dream –
as the high-price transport
slows to a stop.
No freak-outs allowed. But we made a deal…
Forcing tomorrow has a cost;
but, the question looms,
has he paid enough?
[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]