im planning on serving a northeast regional rail train ride for dinner, this time with all the fixins.
there'll be loud talkers and new jersey sauce,
i'll give you the sadness of the wilmington skyline late at night,
and the smell of union station at dawn,
and the uber as a dessert course, or your mother's car if you're looking to find home again.

this is your whole world, worship it such.
give in to the rock of it all, give the sky that last gasp of orange as the night pulls in to the station, there's nothing you can do with it anyway.

an amuse bouche you say?
well today i packed a suitcase to the brim and lugged it down the escalator as metal on metal screamed. i didn't flinch when a stranger sat next to me, and i welcomed trenton with a kind of favor that surprised even myself.

or, if you want something with a bit more bite,
i'd advise you against the double decker trains, know your limit and face the horizon, it's safer that way. keep going forward, there's nothing for you behind.

unless, of course, you want to remember.
in that case, keep your eyes on the skyline as it fades into the clouds, red neon breaking apart whatever gray you've set your mind on.
if that's more palatable, i'm fine with you holding onto the rails until it hurts. of course, i understand.

we know how hard it is for me to leave.