Red Bank

I wanted a horse.  

I jumped from a plane.  

I was not comfortable with your illness.  

I was a detective at the wedding.  

I recognized the new way it would be with you in rehabilitation.  

I saw how the sunset colors on the Navesink River got sad with the lone rower.

I lived on a lone planet with my befuddlement. 

I'd lost a person.  

I didn't know how to hold my lips.  

I was like the goose bathing in parking lot puddles.  

Definitely, I am on a train.