I compared the miles of her train-ride <br />With the words we used <br />To explain our madness. <br />Proposed <br />A relative notion <br />(As my tongue <br />Screamed into the receiver) <br />“Pay attention <br />To the passion <br />Used <br />In my volume. <br />Please ignore the voice.” <br />I asked her <br />To pretend like my touch <br />Is a tattoo. <br />A permanent narration of memory. <br />Inked into flesh. <br />Much like how saliva dries <br />On our lips <br />After we kiss. <br />I’ll keep them moist <br />Pretending like <br />She’s coming home.<br /><br />A.j. Binash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-long-way-back-home/
