we must have drove
at least a hundred miles or so
before i heard you say:
"tell me all you know
about love and fear,
without looking in the mirror."

"i'm not running from anything,
i just need a little space to breathe.
there's nothing left in these rural streets,
and the city of trees* is growing on me.
well, i know nothing of death;
hell, i've barely began living.
but at least i'm alive, finally."

*Boise, Idaho.