One Way Train

By Daisy Dai

I was told love was non-linear,
full of odd tangents,
cruel twists and missed turns.

Reroutes and mistakes.
Routine heartbreaks.

Thousands of
tearful goodbyes before
finally finding
“the one”

Love is a line that quivers and shakes,
struggling to remain straight like a
fishing pole frantically
wriggling as you fail to
reel your catch in.

I wish I was in possession
of an arrow straight enough to make my
hand steady as I shot my shot,
smiling with satisfaction as I see it steer
smack dab into the apple of your eye.

Finally boarding that one-way train,
your hand warming mine as we sit and
watch the scenes of life go by,
blissfully bound to happily ever after.

PC: Roland Lösslein