Big Black Sunglasses

Today I put on my big black sunglasses

To travel:
By train
By plane
By a stream of my consciousness

I sip red tea, fearing that I am disposable,
Like an old toy
He doesn’t want anymore.

I imagine a road; a heaven
winding with mixes of green
There, my arms around him.

The wind against our face
Scooting through old brick ruins
Scented by the sea.

It’s hot,
We stop at a cafe
and sip red tea with mint-

I take off my big black sunglasses