Back Home with You

by Mike

Counting the trips from there and back to there,
To there and back to here’s two thousand miles,
And every mile I drive, no matter where,
Counting the trips from there and back to there,
I think of you back here, and can’t despair —
While I am yours, such paltry exile smiles —
Counting the trips from there and back to there,
To there and back is just two thousand miles.

2 comments

1 Hayden Andrews { 03.18.11 at 12:12 am }

Thanks for the inspiration. I am in no way a poet, but I like to write my own form of what I like to call poetry Your poem reminded me of old thoughts of how everyone seems to be driving somewhere, there and back again, each going somewhere that someone else is coming from.

Cheers

2 Mike { 03.19.11 at 11:12 am }

Thank you, Hayden, for your kindness. It’s good to know there are readers out there.

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