Love Letter From The Road To You.

The yellow lines streak the gravel.
They point me to you…

The magnets in our souls
that we swallowed and hid in former lifetimes
still work really well.

A van.
A Salvation Army blanket.
A truck stop shower.
Sleeping in the parking lot with the hum of the freeway at night.

Do you know the real reason I crave those truck stops?

Because everyone inside them
is not from there.
Everyone is a stranger.

I will never see a single one of them again.

They will never see me again.

And in this moment….
we can be our selves….
we can be whatever we want

That’s when I love you best.

You never have to
from me.

From the outlaw stolen internets of the road to your wild fucking heart.


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