from the first point i made my first step, the dust swamped the humid air.
i was told, take the short road to comfort,
but life said, long roads may take men and women nowhere and anywhere,
lost and beaten, tired and weighed, long roads take you to me
and the comfort of knowing you have me.
i lost sleep five times today
and three times last night.
i could have but i did not
and she has traveled almost
three or five hours away.
i rushed to catch her at twelve
but caught myself doing something else.
i tried again at one and came two
and by four but, she slipped past me
not thrice or four but five times more.
i lost sleep just now a sixth time
since i am still a-----writing,
hopeful, in the last three or four
or even five words more ~