At the Crossroads of Decision Making & Forgetfulness

A few miles into these words, I realize I may be headed in the wrong direction;

maybe I said ‘I’ when I should’ve said ‘You,’ or perhaps I took the wrong exit at the decision never chosen.

Did I ever tell you about the time I looked up and saw a cloud resembling your face?

Right then, I wanted to climb the sky’s dirty blue ladder so I could wrap my arms around that cloud of you before it drifted away.

Sometimes there’s no good way to make a decent metaphor out of a longing for someone, something, even a country that feels both here and gone.

Maybe that’s what I’ve been driving at all along:

I miss you.

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