I thought he’d tire
Of changing directions
Updating addresses
Throwing darts at the map
Of states still to be navigated
But he didn’t
He hasn’t
I thought he’d settle his soul
And rest his racing thoughts
Long enough to hear the birds
And the evening crickets
He swore lived in his head
But he didn’t
He hasn’t
The zig zag continues to control
His serpentine search
For the illusive quiet and clear stream
Someone else, who may never exists
I thought he could see my truths
But he didn’t
He hasn’t
Where the mountain meets his memories
Maybe I will float by in a breeze
To touch his shoulders and lean again
Against his wounded wantings
I thought he saw the sun in my smile
But he didn’t
He hasn’t
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