Hello, friend. I am sorry I was gone so long.
and all that remains
the road opens its mouth
and begins to
sing
and all that’s left
for me
is to smile
as its gravelly voice
welcomes me.
i hope she knows
that she has my heart;
that she always will.
and carry it, always
i wanted you to feel
the gratitude
in every breath
even in the ones
that hurt
(especially the ones
that hurt).
turning away, he said
my heart is a
gutter
filled with trash and
broken glass.