Words

I rarely share and even more rarely openly relate things that I write to people. I know a lot of it is because I lack any confidence in it. I can remember my ex telling me on numerous occasions that I was a good writer, even though I don't think I ever believed him. I'm sharing this because I don't know what else to do with it.

15,000 miles ago you shared a moment with me
calling me from the road to hear my voice
filled with the same excitement you wanted
me to feel toward you.

15,000 miles ago you had hope
and so did I deep down that it would change
that I'd trip on some deep root and the
dirt in my mouth would remind me of our love

15,000 miles ago these lines weren't on my face
and I didn't cry when I felt alone
and I never knew it would be this hard
to be away from you and what you offered me

But these lines are permanent and my heart is
slowly regenerating into half of what it was
and the miles keep flipping over on that damn dial
and you move further than 15,000 miles ever thought of being.

Another 15,000 miles and who knows where I'll be
but I won't give in to this feeling
because something has to be right within
the maps and roads that lead me away....