Open Road

empty gray road under white clouds
Photo by Ricardo Esquivel on

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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