Paying no attention br to where I am going br br I read & re-read br your letter br br words blurring br into stop after stop br br until I look up br realize I am br br many miles past br where I should get off. br br Now br I don’t know br br where I am br at all. br br I leave your letter br on the bus br br sitting upstairs br all on its own br br journeying blindly on br as I try to make my way back to br br somewhere...anywhere br anything familiar br br I can recognize br as me br br …the last stop before a broken heart.