Across The Miles

Across the miles, the spinning wheels-
The need to focus, how it feels-
The houses, trees, the lights, a blur,
I’m trying not to think of her.
A red light makes me have to wait-
I close my eyes and see her, fate-
She’s everywhere I try to look-
Silly, thought I’d closed the book.
Mountains in the distance, tease-
Will I ever get there? Please?
Watch the road, the lines fly by-
Strangers shouldn’t make me cry.
Hear her voice, like yesterday-
Listen to a CD play-
Wishing she was next to me-
Heaven help me, it can’t be.
Traffic signals, signs and turns-
God- the way my heart just yearns;
Most must settle for much less,
Beg one moment’s sweet caress.
Silly dreams, the sirens blare-
An accident must be somewhere,
Like dreams, the flashing lights are brief,
But I can never get relief.
Focus on the road somehow-
Journeys end, but please- not now;
All of life- to give her smiles-
Now and then, across the miles.

John H. Bidwell