"Drive west," they tell me

And so I leave

Making my way through hills covered with windmills

Deserted deserts


Half-forgotten forests


Until finally I stop


Breathing in the coastal air

Feeling the wind move in waves against my body

Just as the ocean moves before me

The taste of saltwater on my tongue


I have not reached my destination

But I cannot drive any more

There is no road, no highway, no back-alley shortcut

To where you are


I consider hiring a passing sailboat

A helicopter

A jet plane

To take me where I need to be


I stare out across the sea

Trying to span 7,000 miles with just my imagination and some metaphors


I imagine that I see you

Eyes alive and excited as always

You are also watching the waves and thinking of me


…You miss me, too


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