from 2501 miles away
dusk was plagued with silence.
bathing in solitude,
we sat together.

although seven states
lay between our sleepy limbs,
laughs rolled between yawns,
weary waves on a quiet coast.

few of your whispers spread
thin clouds coating gray skies,
but you were the sun.

and I found warmth mostly
in your soft laughter.
we tasted cigarettes that morning,
the breakfast of champions.

and the faint thought of you
tangled in my wrinkled sheets,
was enough to fill me up.

I thought the sweetest song
I might ever hear
would be the strum of your voice,

but maybe it was the
whisps of words I caught
when you sang and spoke
just under your breath.

I thought love would never
grab my aching limbs again,
but I let it carry me off
from 2501 miles away.