Wednesday, May 30, 2018

The Phillips 66

I stopped for gas on Portage
And I watched all the cars
Hurrying to places
Where they don't even want to be.
There's a thousand different noises
As I fill up my car
And the distinct,
Disgusting smell of gasoline.
There's a lady with her daughter
A man with his brother
But I stand here alone,
Going nowhere.
You're miles away from me,
A different state,
New scenery;
If I had the time and money,
I'd be there.
These seven months together
Have been seven months apart,
And I want to share much more
Than the moon.
When can I hear your laugh?
When can I hold your hand?
I know the wait is not forever,
But I need to see you soon.

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