4,249 Miles
- Rosa Portillo
- Jun 24, 2019
- 1 min read
We were strolling
through life with maps
to guide our paths.
Every second seemed
like an hour
and no destination
was in sight.
You weren’t aware
at the time,
but the trail on your map
was leading you to me.
And when our paths would intersect,
we’d start cruising
through life like teenagers
driving on an empty highway.
We are nearing
a dead end.
Isn’t there another road
for us to take?
There is one,
but it’s taking you
4,249 miles away.
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