Breezes

How could he tell?
I carefully considered
I thought I was acting
inconspicuously
caught in the limelight
but wandering away
as if California breezes
were ever enough
to get him to stay.

Why would he leave?
Aimlessly asking
myself for an answer
with none to reveal
trapped in a train wreck
alone by the tracks
I turned to the sunset
and walked down the railroad
without looking back.

How did I get here?
Waiting and wondering
and wearing my heart
on the edge of my shirt,
found in the focus
of somebody's photo,
caught in the stillness
of somebody's shot,
still on the train tracks
still missing the breezes
feeling discovered
but knowing I'm not.

-kb