'8000 Miles

8000 Miles

8000 Miles to the nearest you,
there’s a shortcut east on 42,
so when I am just short of runnin’
just short of a mile or two,
I’ll run right baby, straight into you.

The road is long and the arrow straight,
I follow signs that lead me runnin late…
Thinking, knowing you wouldn’t wait,
Only to find you there, my soul mate.

Eye’s look out at me from a stranger’s suit,
Colored somehow, that same soft blue.
A pastel shade, sort of hue,
That’s faded with wrinkles, laughs, just a few.

My own subtle attire is just as neat,
With shiny highlights and subtle pleats.
A crinkle, a wrinkle and laughs,
That space between my teeth.

8000 Miles to the nearest you,
there’s a shortcut east on 42,
so when I am just short of runnin’
just short of a mile or two,
I’ll run right baby, straight into you.

Face to face, toe to toe, I know we’ll both see,
That what we traveled toward was meant to be,
As fate has decided, nah, has decreed,
There will be a forever, you and me.
I swallow, shudder and then suddenly breathe,
Aware of just what it has all come to mean,
There was always and forever a you and me.

And there’s just 800 miles to the nearest you,
A little shortcut that’s east on 42,
So when I’m just short of runnin’
Just short of a mile or two,
I’ll be running right baby, straight into you.

Angel.