#560
The city doesn’t listen to scenes in movies,
not everyone’s wishes will come true,
i can’t help throwing all my pennies to the fountain
hoping that i might end up beside you.
#561
And even in the bottom of the worst days,
there’s the light, there’s your laugh, there’s your eyes,
a few kind words, the pressure of you upon my shoulder,
the push, the swell, the ray,
a cup of tea, a walk in the rain, a hand held
a promise kept,
love.
#562
i’ve been missing the dreaming,
and waking up beside creeks.
The sound of their gurgles
leaves shielding the morning
from my eyes, i miss the ache in my legs,
and the weight of my bag.
i miss approximating my reflection
as i scanned menus while window shopping outside of cafés.
i miss the language barriers
that filled radio stations with untold hours of new songs,
i miss the good food,
i miss the bad food,
i miss the road,
though never as much,
as i seem to miss you
as i go about my day.
#563
Glimmer and doom,
hope on the horizon,
a swirling pit, a chance,
something in the void,
a hand, to reach.
#564
i like roads.
i accept hills,
i like curves.
i love windy roads,
i love the view from cliffs,
i like how my heartbeats,
while i wish life could be straight roads,
i’ve come to accept the ups and downs,
i love the views,
i love the subtle acceleration downhill,
i love empty country roads in flatlands,
where the pedal is welcomed,
and reckless speed is safe,
i love highways,
i love the way highway markers reflect at night,
i despise traffic, though the rare instances
where i catch others listening to
the same song
on the same radio station
at the same time
might be some of my favourite memories,
i love smooth merging,
i love grateful waves in rearview mirrors,
i love when tree branches create tunnels above forested paths,
i like dirt roads, i like driving over sand,
under the right conditions, i love watching the snowflakes pelt windshields,
i love the wind in my hair,
i love sitting in the flatbeds of trucks,
i love the height riding in the cabs of freights,
i love the roar of sports cars as they rev,
i like watching people automatically make room for ambulances and firetrucks,
and pausing for animals to cross,
i like roads because i like paths,
and i love that both our paths have led to this line.
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-Mr. Write