Me: Closed For Renovation

Boxes and suitcases fill the interior;
Rubber and asphalt in an endless kiss.
The rear view mirror bids adieu,
In this,
The day I say goodbye.
The past lingers,
Along with the scent of eastern pines.
But I'm not running away;
I'm just chasing a falling sun.

Long faces line the tavern,
And mine with theirs.
The sun is at rest,
And the tap hard at work.
The jukebox raises memories.
They are white at the head of my drink.
And each one goes down smooth.
But I'm not drowning my sorrows;
I'm consoling a depleting glass.

The room is quiet.
Raw emotion seeps in through fingertips.
Anxiety blankets security.
Eyes replay lost days from still-frames,
Vivid within a dark silent night.
An open eye is now a broken dam.
But I'm not crying in longing;
It's only my tears reaching out for you.