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By Hopeful Date: 2002 Mar 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.25.19.33.16729]] |
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It will be late. The miles will melt into one another as I cross state borders but the minutes will pass by with aching reluctance. I don't know where our heads were when we made this decision. I will change CDS with obsessive frequency. From funky folk rock to Bon Jovi ballads, every lyric is about you anyway. I will refuse fast food even as hunger pangs hit. I will only stop when the gas light blinks threats. I will kiss you in as many seconds it takes for our footsteps to cover the distance. It might be warm that night or it could be raining, I doubt I will notice. The neon lights of some anonymous chain hotel will glow. My engine will still be running and my door will remain wide open. But, I will kiss you for the first time in three months. In three days, I will abandon everything logical for this. I don't know what "this" is yet. I don't know where our heads were when we made this decision. But I know where my heart is. |