True story bro.
I said goodbye to my home of many years today. A place that took a chance on a screwed up kid with too many tattoos and too little teeth. A place that took me in, and made me family. I was respected, my opinion mattered, people valued what I had to say. And dare I say it, I was even loved.
I turned my key into the office, sliding it off the little ring that hung on a clip on my belt. God how I instantly felt naked without it. Like a part of me was missing. I don't feel right without that key hanging by my side. I handed it to my boss, and she took it with trembling hands. Her eyes were full of tears.
So were mine.
She ran over to me and gave me a hug. I hugged her back tightly. And then I made my way through the store, and everyone of my coworkers came up and hugged me. They all had tears in their eyes as well. The door slid open and I walked through them for the last time. Out into the sunlight. Just like that.
And I was gone.
And now, a couple of hours later, I find myself driving. Just a pointless errand late at night. The streetlights cast momentary glimpses of brightness in my now shadowy nighttime world. The lines on the road flip one after another after another by me.
And the kiddo in the backseat is asleep, snoring loudly and snuggled up next to the pillow he placed up against the car door. Just a straggler, like me, I picked him up just recently along lifes journey. He's not mine. Well he wasn't mine. But he is now.
And I continue to drive. The radio is playing softly. I listen to the words.
When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our lives with cinnamon now
These currents pull us 'cross the border
Steady your boats
Arms to shoulder
'till tides are pulled
Hold our grounds
Making this cold harbor now home
And the lines on the road flip one after another after another by me.