My Heart is Soft Again

By Charlotte Bartow Fuchs

An old man plays the saxophone,
his pruny fingers press on the golden buttons
as the music pulls me deeper into the train station
my heels clicking on the white tile
the music swirling through my being
I see God when the curtains rise
I am the first person up to give a standing ovation
my heart is soft again
I miss my friends who are far away
but that pain is quite gorgeous really,
it is the tugging feeling of being loved
my heart is soft again
I find the gold and sapphire and emerald beams of light
within my own body this time
we take off and the clouds are way below
i’m writing new lyrics to old songs
tapping my fingers on the glass
flying through the jet stream across the Atlantic
keeping time
I can sleep well again in my own bed
I left the curtains open 
but it was a new moon so the whole world was dark

Charlotte is a poet originally from the Bay Area, but is currently living in Boston. She has been writing for four years, and uses her writing as her creative outlet. She has always dreamed of being a published poet, from posting on Medium to submitting to a hundred different journals and magazines, she continues to chase her goal of getting her writing out there.