Destination Anywhere

44 years he’d lived there,
It had been his town, not hers,
He’d left her alone too much,
“The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference.”

The town was too small now.
The grocery store wasn’t the grocery store any more;
it was the lonely grocery store.
The job wasn’t a factory any more;
it was “Lonely Widgets, Inc.”

He cashed in his retirement.
He bought a ticket.
The destination: anywhere
Anywhere but here.

(Trifecta again)

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10 Responses to Destination Anywhere

  1. Lumdog says:

    The opposite of love is indifference. That is a perfect line and eerily true. Well done.

  2. trifectawriting says:

    Thanks for linking up with Trifecta this week. Sounds like this town has seen better days, for sure. Anywhere but here sounds okay to me. Nice job with the prompt.

  3. Wisper says:

    I like how you created an entire image and feeling in so few words. Very well done.

  4. A beautiful portrait of a certain sadness, but with the hope of finding something new. I like the simplicity of your poetry, TTD.

    • Thank you, Re, I appreciate that. After I got divorced several years back, I thought of leaving town, and my mom asked me shortly after that if I was going to leave town. Must be a common idea, and certainly a better one than leaving the world, as some folks do.

  5. Gregoryno6 says:

    There’s a lot of melancholy around the cyberverse right now.

    The sky was on fire
    When I walked to the mill
    To take up the slack in the line
    I thought of my friends
    And the troubles they’ve had
    To keep me from thinking of mine

    – Warren Zevon, Don’t Let Us Get Sick.

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