Heart’s Way

A feeling whose origin was unknown

It was never with name

Nor do I remember how it came to be

I carried it in my breast pocket

Like a lost or spare button

Save it wasn’t a button

From rain-slicked streets

To

All night diners

Dim barrooms

Pool halls and lonely corners

It led an isolated existence

Like the echo of a dream

The storage key on a worn chain

And then it was gone

Nameless stops from city to city

As years passed in absent connection

Till a waft of clear air whispered

This is your stop

With no destination in sight

My heart ventured upon another empty platform

Where only the faint rumbles of the past filled the air

Yet in the distance…

Thankfully…

Finally...

A synchronal heart could be heard beating.