The Road From Home
A tired room under a neon sign
all John needed on a cold day in March.
An old wooden chair all he had
to sit with his memories.
Not yet forty and already past eighty.
The years showing in his pale blue eyes
as he walks with their ghosts.
The only company he keeps nowadays.
Hitchin’ a ride on the devil’s back
when a stranger marks one of their own.
John’s feet grown restless
on the next road from home.
His mind splintering in the light
and their faces turned to the sun,
whispering sweet promises
of an eternity to fix the pain.
John stuck in a present he didn’t want,
waiting for his turn to join them.
It’s been five years since they left
without so much as a goodbye.
Left now with an empty house
and their picture on the wall.
Dust collecting in silent rooms
with no one to notice him gone.
©Brenda Baker ~ Caffeinated Ramblings 2017