Chasing Brighter Skies

Dawn pains gold on your window sill. I trace the words you couldn't

fill. The letter ends with maybe soon, but silence speaks a clearer tune.

The streetlights blink their last goodbyes. A new day rises in my eyes.

I'm walking home with my heart. Unchained love's not a ghost of dance.

Again, you held the flame but let it die. Now,

I'm chasing brighter skies. Your perfume lingers on my sleeve. A sweet reminder

I must leave. The train departs at half past eight, and this time,

I won't hesitate. The platform hums a steady beat. My future's waiting