"I see youin between the tire tracksof the old pick up we used to laugh at clouds inyou’re..."

“

I see you

in between the tire tracks

of the old pick up 

we used to laugh at clouds in

you’re always in rear view mirrors

eyes dancing

directing the traffic

away from me

your hand is on the steering wheel

swerving smiles across my face

I miss your laughter

I miss mine too

sometimes I see you in between 

the boxcars of the creaking train

that lives next door

you’re there and gone

there and gone

there and

Would you hear me if I shouted 600 miles loud?

I’d scream as long as the train runs past me

if you could only hear the sound.

”

- “600 MILES LOUD” -Natalie M. Walker
(via haystackofneedles)