I find the map and draw a straight line, over rivers, farms and state lines. The distance from A to where you’d be, its only finger lengths that I see. I touch the places where I would find your face. My fingers in creases of distant dark places. I hang my coat up in the first bar. There is no peace that I’ve found so far. The laughter penetrates my silence as drunken men find flaws in science. Their words mostly noises, ghosts with just voices. Your words in my memory are like music to me. Im miles from where you are, and I lay down on the cold ground and I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms. after I have traveled so far----------------------------------------------