South Station, Again
For the second time,
I’m moving through south station.
It’s been years, and I can smile at the memories.
I was so hopeful then,
But I left Michigan at the bar last night and knew it was for the best.
I love that growing up doesn’t always have to feel so scary,
That Boston can be something new to me even after a perfect day six years ago.
It’s good to know new cities can feel as home as New York does tonight.