along the lines of my notebooks,
drawings, scribbles and notes contained...
along the common divide
of my journalistic side

my heart cries when you arent here
the drive almost an hour long
for a day
a smile arisen on my face...

these eyes are usually brown
and they reflect the ocean blues of you
when i leave the town
i am on a one way ticket home
alone

take a drive
look into life
there is a reason to understand
"that all we have is time"

the phone is my only lifeline
to the world beyond
And i am outside searching for a signal.