Anywhere but Here

Anywhere but Here

Some days I wish I could be anywhere but in my own skin.
I wanna be on the other side of that tunnel.
Where the road dips down,
slides to the right,
curves into anywhere but here.

I know what’s behind me, 5 minutes ago.
2 minutes.
2 feet.

Too far gone, it has steamed its way back up off of the roadway,
back out into the clouds.

Alone again with the noise and the miles.
The wet, the dry,
Out in the mist and disquiet.
Wondering where you are, not here with me.
If you missed me too.

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