Tell Me

Tell Me

Tell me where you are
And I will come.
Give me an indication
You want me
And I will be there.

Distance is simple mathematics.

Mile markers tick by.
Horizons broaden.
Highways widen
Then narrow.

Small towns and big cities
Homogenize.
Billboards chatter
Silently.
The geography of travel
Is predictable.

The only thing that truly changes
Is you.

You cannot be who you once were.
What you will be
Cannot be
What you now are.
I fear that once found
You will transition again
And the points on my compass
Will shift once more.
I once more become disoriented.

Tell me where you are
And I will come.