highway revisited

Today, the 300 miles between my girlfriend and I feel as heavy as the asphalt used to travel them.

Today, these 300 miles are as overwhelming as the hours used to fulfill them.

A round trip equivalent to a day of work that we can't seem to get out of.

A visit four times a month, if I'm lucky.

A visit a day at a time with weeks in between.

And everything is in numbers.

Miles, hours, day, weeks, months.

And how is that when we are together numbers don't exist?

And how am I supposed to adjust back to reality?

And the reality is just that - this is it.

That all of these numbers aren't changing anytime soon.

But I don't feel things in numbers.

I feel things in galaxies.

I feel everything, all at once, with everything that I have.

And I love her.
I love her in galaxies.