I've never had such a feeling
or desire
to drive up.
Today, it would make sense there.
I'd get lost,
I promise.
I never think past
the car's door closing,
or my foot on the accelorator.
I'd assume the way,
through memorable spots.
I'll finally find the house,
park and scan the rooms.
I'll walk to the shore and breath
in the fog and dew.
I'll walk a house over
(I can't tell you if they're love of hate my being there)
I'll never know,
and it'll pain me.
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