the sand in the hourglass still falls
"you ready?"
"yeah. I think so...."
Reality check.
The car starts. Already on the freeway. Outside Mesa, outside Maricopa, outside Arizona. Sleep. Awake. I happen to glance down at my ipod, battery's 3/4 gone.
"Where are we?"
"Coming up to Pueblo."
"We're in Colorado already?"
"Yep."
damn that was fast.
Tires hit gravel. Engine turns off. Dogs start whining.
"You wanna unpack in the morning?"
"No. I'll do it now."
"Alright, I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."
"Night, mom."
I must have stood outside for at least an hour,
well, about half a pack of cigarette's time,
just taking it all in.
I'm sorry if I didnt get a chance to tell you what I needed to say,
or if you didnt hear what you needed to.
for that, I apologize.
fuck it. I'm already gone.
for that, I don't.
I just wish it hadn't come so soon.
goodbye Arizona
and everybody still in it.
Maybe I'll stop by sometime, we'll do lunch and catch up on all the good ol' times.
Peace.