miss you

left behind at a lonley counter in an isolated town.

whirring with reasons. humming in harmony with preambles about destiny. the second time in three weeks. racking up the dollars and debt hangs like a shadow in the sunniest of yards.

i rebook and replace. readjust and can taste. i act without thinking these things through too much. am i foolish or free spirited? have i something to learn with this hand over fist, hand to mouth, fist to air?