it's everything else called distance.
it's a sip of scotch while waiting.
it's still having your number in my phone.
and a photograph attached to it.
it's of you in that winter on your roof.
we made love there.
and on your other roof.
my new zip code is weird.
I wonder how many digits it's off from yours.
so close yet so far.
and I've come a long way.
a long time.
with fire crackers still in my wet brain.
with all of my fixes, I got problems to solve them.