She reads a poem to me, 600 miles away. I open my eyes, briefly, not wanting to fall asleep, not yet, not until she’s spoken her last word to me, and I notice: her photo is open on my computer screen. It’s the closest I can come to where I imagine I am.
I think it would be worth anything to have her voice here instead of bouncing off a satellite.
I miss that ache.
I think its more like 670 miles, but who’s counting…
From findlocalweather.com:
“The straight line distance between Birmingham and Chicago is approximately 578 miles or 930 kilometers.”
HAH!
(That would be me, counting, watching my odometer…)