Ramble on

This road is sustained.
Perhaps never ending.
I promised I'd be back to comprehend
the distance, but never let it take up space in present time.
Refuse to expect an exact return date.
Just recite to me of all I have to come home to.
My shoes will wear thin
And my feet will perfect persistence.
Each single step carrying me closer to you.
Each acceptance giving me pieces from myself as a whole.
Each distance with a different aquantance.
Each "hope to see you again" convincing to be inevitable.
Finding more stars to add to the sky,
I started at 7 to hitchike to heaven.