2,720 miles
It didn’t seem so bad but it is too far for her sometimes
now and then the distance breaks her heart
but it does not change
2,720 miles away is a home
2,720 miles away is everlasting sunshine
2,720 miles away are her friends, family, the loves of her life
Now and then she pulls up the map,
how long, I wonder, would it take me to drive?
How long would it take me by plane?
If I walked? If I ran?
The map shows the distance in all its aching glory
It confuses her
There is so much space between
her and there
her and them
her and home
2,720 miles of space suggests distance and disconnect but she still feels so close to it all
Some mornings she wakes up and forgets where she is,
In that golden moment between consciousness and waking
as her mind flutters to life and her eyes remain closed she can see it all:
her room and her books
her photos and clothes
she tries to hear the sound of footsteps down the hall
or the coffee maker dripping in the kitchen
but reaching for these memories forces reality to intervene
2,720 miles
It feels farther than you think it will
