12va. Frustrations.

I imagined many times the travel I had to do. 

I saw myself taking the train, getting off it, walking a block and a half. 

Maybe seeing the new buildings, turning to the left, ringing a bell. 

Waiting, hearing steps over the stairs, the curtain opening, you, surprise, smiles, a hug. 

May be waiting because you weren't in; sitting at your door, there would be some snow, or going until you were home. 

I don't know. 

I just play being tough because I'm nothing more 
than a very nostalgic and vulnerable glow.