The Miles Between
I can’t help but wonder why I do this. The miles stay the same, but my emotions rev like an engine with each goodbye kiss; my heart’s a slave to my devotion.
Rows of trees have grown where I once only saw square houses lined up among dusty roads. The snow doesn’t fall so lightly with the rain scratching the mud and the spring leaves struggling to grow. I’m watching the birds pickup sticks and build new summer homes. Resilient, they build after the harsh winter season,…