Crying in Newark

Some nights you realize,

In a dirty train station,

Full of confusion,

Unable to orient where you are.

That you are exactly where you dreamed to be 

Since you were thirteen.

You are hit with realization:

You have grown, 

Your heart is softer, 

Your nose full of metal, 

Your eyes filled with wonder.

The singer you've loved for years because of your brother 

Reminds you of God,

Of creation and gratitude. 

New Jersey,

She keeps repeating.

She says she is emotional. 

Because she is home.

And you are starting to 

Feel the same.