Getting on The A Train

Sometimes you can not see what is right in front of you.

All along he was there.

He told me all I needed to remember was to get on the A train when I was in New York.

It would take me anywhere.

I got on just about every other train.

Found myself getting lost.

Walking in circles.

And when I came back, there he was.

Smiling, laughing, greeting me each morning.

With friendly banter about my trip ~

But I could not see what was right in front of me.

I took off in another direction, got blindsided by another situation, fell flat on my face, and when I picked myself back up, he was still there.

Still wanting to see all those pictures I took in New York.

Still wanting to be my friend.

My detour ~ my derailment ~ is over.

I'm getting on the A train.