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Various instruments crowd the back of the cargo van-turned-tour van. His legs are cramped. He’s gotta piss, but there’s no rest stop for god knows how many miles. As the miles become more miles, his hunger becomes aching, tiredness becomes weariness. He’s horny, sure. But he sincerely misses her for all the right reasons. Thinking of her does him no good. Not here, in the middle of nowhere, this far from home.
Saying good bye was the hardest part. A major complication to this job, this love, this life. Endless regret. Yet the chance to leave indefinitely was relished despite the unresolved affairs and promises postponed. Farewells cut short are best.
Say your heartfelt goodbyes
Wipe away tears from forlorn eyes
Temporarily sever ties
The road’s the devil of promises and lies
Now sunsets don’t mean quite the same as they did back home. Without her, even the music and cheering of fans don’t mean quite what they should. Although it sometimes soothes, having casual sex with other women is a desperate attempt to briefly forget the love he left behind. A failed experiment with a hell of a price to pay.
Every mile away is a dagger carefully aimed.
Written: December 28, 2001
Copyright © 2001-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved.
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