5th Period

The lines were denied but justified still
clicking my pen in very back row
raising my feet on the seat in front
he told me I could quit if I let it go
something along the lines of a saint and a fighter

his loud boomy voice wakes the dead still
and I wonder what became of him
reaching out to help a girl
who had all the help in the world
but never fit in
he told me I could win if I let it go

and I guess I never knew what he meant
till I left the back row, away from home
sitting and wishing, wondering and hoping
the back fourth tremor was worth anything more
than the appreciation of Boston and movie nights
on the fifth floor

but I didn’t know what he meant until I saw the skyline
stabbing at the night and burning with energy
instilled with city lights
he said find what you love and that is what you own
he said I could have it all if I let it go

the smirk came naturally when I found out what he meant
bent in my seat under descending into an ocean roadway
a slow climb up to the Friday night traffic, bearing me down
above a misunderstood subway

You are never better than what you love
never worse
never less
the lines were denied but justified
the only time when I quit to win
to love what I own
and let it go blindfolded