Heading home

The day, too short in duration,

Time flown too quickly in your arms

The feelings change from moments of elation

To the numbness of comedown


I breathe, a heavy sigh, a pause

Before I breathe again, my chest aching

A tear forming in the corner of my eye, the cause

A sense of longing to be with you again


Weary, the emotions draining me completely

My head rests on the train table as the jolting

Interminable miles that pass so bleakly

Continue on carrying me further from you


Yet hope, that bright star in the dark,

Of a troubled night, beset by demons,

Of doubt and despair, fear and emptiness

As the train nears my station the mobile phone vibrates


It is you….


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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