The road cuts
through the green
to lead me
towards you -
my perfect morning
and afternoon
standing upright,
the person
I can't wait to say
"good night" to
even though you
can't hear me.
We live separately,
across state lines
and boundaries,
rarely crossing paths
except once in a blood moon.
But you are mine
and I am yours
even if I'm the only one
who knows it.
I'll keep driving
towards you
until you are there.
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