‘Always have and always will’
she wrote, then she rolled down the hill.
They never ever say goodbye,
just trust the glimmer in their eyes.
She got up to get herself.
Moved out there to see what else.
He answers before it rings.
She sings ‘silence is my thing.
Quiet in faraway places.
Hope you’re enjoying your ride.’
Stumble-wakes up to find a slant
staring at him in the evening.
Ceilings don’t speak and he can’t shake their dream.
Time’s a test not passed alone,
and people aren’t the same as phones.
When do timelines realign?
Flips through him, explains that’s fine.
He went out to get outside.
Hoped she hopes these rides collide.
this is your life chuck johnson 