The evening calls, and I arrange to be alone.
Just in case she’s still out there,
Just afraid to come home.
I know we’re both broken,
Neither one whole.
But maybe that’s why
I still wait for her.
I sit by the window,
Watching the shadows lengthen.
I listen for the sound of her footsteps,
But they never come.
And then I close my eyes,
and I drift off to sleep.
I dream of all the things I want to be,
and all the things I’m not…
I stood there for a moment and watched the Uber disappear into the night.
I thought about the Uber driver’s story, and about the people I had met in Kampala.
I thought about the city, and about the possibilities that it held.
I thought about my own story, and about the future that I hoped for.
I smiled, and I turned to walk home…
DMT 