green trees crazy woman campground

{written june 23}

The trains out here are a mile long
and I'm running out of ways to put "I miss you" into song
so I'll try a poem instead.

I thought that maybe,
you missed me too.
But finally getting last night
proved to me that wasn't true.
Give me something, anything?
To say I still mean as much to you,
as I think you still mean to me.
But it's getting harder every day
to maintain the illusion that my love isn't
so so so far
away.