Train to Istanbul

I know what it feels like to always be
Between halfway everything and
Halfway nothing.

I have lived in that halfway house
Most of my life.

I have tired to make different paths from longing,
And I have come to know the solitude
Of love and being in love.

We can’t look for it in patterns that are not our own,
That will only make us more unknown to ourselves.

You won’t find it asleep at your desk,
Dreaming of impossible birds,
But you will find it on a train to Istanbul.

And when you arrive at your destination
To find your name written above the gate.

Remember that your ghost angel
Will be praying for you always
In far silence and invisibly by your side.