Greyhound Back to Austin

I only have $46 in my bank account. 

I bought a $19 Greyhound ticket to Austin from San Antonio. 

You dropped me off at the station and hugged me. 

I can feel your anxiety. Can you feel my sadness? 

You hurt my heart. You wanted a prettier face. 

You smiled holding my hands. 

That stupid smile. 

Those stupid hands. 

Yet, I hoped you’d look back,

But you never did. 

And, neither will I.