Roadtrip

 How many miles of road would have to stretch between us

before i would stop feeling the distance in my body?

i wonder the name of the street where the signal finally drops.

i doubt it exists.

i just wonder about it anyway-

a dead-end strip of asphalt in some back alley universe

with a hazy, orange sky

and haunted looking trees.

but the moment i turned on my heels

the path would reflower

with the drumming of your name under my ribs.

All roads lead to you.