I’ve told you so many times before
now it’s time to stop.

heartfelt
or not

I’ve travelled in cars or trains
buses or planes
mind-made trips
crawling on carpets
in strange rooms
far away

from where I belong

for you
and towards you

was it not dear
that
I’ve been trying too hard
to dismember stories
already done

wash away
the wasted feeling
of wallowing
in wishful wanders