831. Untitled
As the sun blazes down
and casts sharp shadows
against the dusty ground,
the need to travel
beyond the moment
overwhelms,
and forces a sudden stop
to the sense of inevitability.
A scant shift to the left
or to the right
sends the light
in an entirely new pattern,
and lust gives way
to something
that is somewhere between love
and like.
There's no true goodbye,
since each parting
merely counts the minutes
until the next time,
as if the gaps are filled
in comfortable silence,
and then gives way
to the conversation that never ended.
-words: love, goodbye, lust, travel - from shonn