Not Crossing Again

NOT CROSSING AGAIN

I’ve already been there
Been without you.
A home without you
Is a place I need to leave
I can be driven away
Through the night
Touch the Rio Grande
Blind-folded flight.
I’m not crossing again
not crossing again
I already know what it’s
like to be without you.
I am not one of the vampires.
I can be seen on camera.
My name carved in stone
But I am never alone
They think I’m halfway
home Stuck in this van
But before these lights
change I’m kicking through this can

I’m not crossing again ...
I’m not returning where I came
Not facing the Rio Grande
I already know what it means to be without you

© Al Kryszak