Walk/Stand

Hit the button once.
Select "yes"
the mellow coffee beats go silent
Vivaldi's seasons arise from the desolate terminal.

I like to flip one light switch at a time.
The abrupt absence of light when I flip all three
leaves me feeling uneasy.

There are six moving walkways between me and my destination.
Money tucked away in a rickety bag on wheels
I'm off.

My body unleashes a spasm as my foot hits the metal beneath.
My knees ache
but not nearly as much as my heart.

I take this time
between coffee machines and money depositories
to think of you.

I think of how you looked at me
lips parted and eyes glazed with fresh tears
how you told me you wanted me
and how I feel now.

I'm searching and fighting to pry you open
to see, to hear, to know what it is you feel.
My reach only goes so far.

Shame on me.