Would you come with me if I showed up at your door?

We can let the miles fall behind us like autumn leaves and it will be beautiful and terrifying how the road stretches out before us and behind us becoming indistinct in the great, yawning distance
And I can watch you as the day dies around us, your fingers running marathons over the radio dials but turning up nothing more than static

In chiaroscuro cities and nameless towns we can invent lives for the people we pass,
their childhoods, their dreams, their loves and hates and habits and futures,
their hopes and their heartaches
Or we could stick to the back roads
Not see a single person for miles and miles and imagine that we are the only two people left on earth,
The only sound would be the wind pouring in through the open windows, swimming between our two bodies, and back out into the wild night.

If each mile would bring us further and further from who we were
we could go on forever,
you and me.

08/03/2013

Author's Note: Wouldn't that be nice.

Posted on 08/03/2013
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