Published November 22, 2018 by April Fox

Pushing a decade or so ago, now

before we knew who

or what we were

you were traveling

Your words popped up periodically:

“Gas is stupid expensive here,”

“Do you know this song by Ween?”

“I’m lying on a picnic table somewhere in Virginia, looking up

but it’s cloudy and I can’t see what the moon looks like from here.”

So I sent you a picture from my bedroom window, looking out

The moon in a clear sky, small and grainy in the black.

When you returned you said it took you twice as long to get where you were going

because of all the conversation

I apologized and you said that it was worth it

just to see the moon from where I was.

Tonight I’m waiting

The moon is high above the highway and the brake lights on the cars ahead

remind me of the way we used to talk

about the fluid physics of time.

Tomorrow night, from somewhere in Virginia

you’ll step out of the car and let me know

you’re headed home.

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