Open Road
been waiting for you
at our favorite spot
outside the vineyard,
down the street from the truck stop
remember the highways cruise
you, me, radio static, a box of wine and the hum of blues
arguments, bruising jokes, tumbleweeds and tire skids
are all that remains…
but whenever a coyote howls
i hold my breath and yell out your name
hoping that you will make an appearance
it seems the open road always had its clutches in you
but still… i pray your looking for me too…
Love always, Esha ❤
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