the signs at the edge of the state two lanes - drastic different ways; both grant me the same sting.
(i know not of a home without you now.) shoving a map in my face you’d yell at me to “JUST TURN ALREADY!” and maybe, that’s why i do.
i remember all of that day as the sight at bounty shore blinded me of seeing anything else after. those distracting baubles; gloating within the rickety staircase leading to the top of the lighthouse. where i had a balcony perspective to watch her giggling at her reflection taking a step towards the blue blocks forward -
(and that’s it.) my hand takes the railing; clenching it tight blowing a kiss to the typhoon waves below.