Grey Clouds and Greyhounds

Staring out a bus window
At dreams unmanifested, falling
Asleep to the white noise of a lost hope and the
Roar of an engine pushing on towards loneliness, falling
In love with running away, tired feet and
Blistered heart heaving and panting, reaching
Out to empty hands and gasping for love.
She pulls her legs in closer and pushes her
Soul farther into depths that know no bound, that
Continue like a bottomless pit of despair
I see her face in the reflection, the most
Beautiful sadness enshrouded by a facade
Of pain. Tear-stained emotions sing solos to the
Bass line of aching and the high-hat of
Yearning, while callused fingers pluck the
Chords of sorrow. I blink; my ears hear
A phantom symphony, lost in the quiet wailing of a singular
Sadness.