she measures the
passing of time in
packs of cigarettes
and late nights spent
staring at the ceiling
(yet another sleepless
evening, but only
one more day…)

home is not as
satisfying as it once
was and she finds
herself longing
more (and more)
for bright lights
reflecting off of
calm, quiet water
and his arms,
anchoring her
to the shore.

in the great scheme
of things, the miles
traveled are…
insignificant. he
makes her feel alive.

makes the world stop.