I have miles to go before I sleep
A fuzzy destination in mind.
Passing highway marker 152.
South west Pennsylvania has nothing
But snowing cows which roar and cry
Mournfully low after you.
Seven days and I turned my back.
Leaving time away going back to shore
Searching now through
My tears which flow fitfully down
Gravity pulls everything, time
breaks in two.
Separate, we speed among our lives
My thoughts as today and tomorrow
of you.
Writing prompt: Toasted-cheese.
(Use these words: destination, fuzzy, nothing, sleep, snowing.)