Belongings

I had wanted that one thing
so badly, and it wrenched my
heart to see it disappear into
the distance, that sultry night
in Chicago.
A small thing, hardly worth
identifying, you’d find it
so silly.
But to me, it meant everything
and my chance for
happiness in the world
diminished with every turn
the driver took on that road.
There was no substitute for
exactly what I wanted that
dark night in Chicago.
So small,
yet so large in meaning at
the same time.
Something about belonging,
yes, it’s all about belonging.