a Poem by Raquel Swann

Roads are lonely

In between stops

Little towns off random exits

Offer comfort foods

And random strangers

For which I’ll surely never again meet

Sharing stories of a darkened past

As I trek further away from home

At which point will this journey

Become my dwelling

As everything I’ve come to know

Disappears into flashes of memories

I’ll have on cold winter nights

Wrapped in a blanket

Under the stars

Where I belong.


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