Three feet apart (Road-trip)

What do we get when you place
two people in closed space
a thousand-mile ahead
the radio on the break?

The tapping of the rain,
the gushing of the wind,
thousands of thoughts,
lets put in a few words.

Although we lived three feet apart,
the time and space had drifted us afar,
to catch up on where we headed
the road trip is what was needed.

The tale of years is told like the passing mile,
what was felt, held and dwelled on ticking dial.
The distance between us diminished,
a faint smile, the destination almost reached.

A thought out of place

Your presence lingers,
like the shadow beneath me,
the perfume in the air,
and the whims of the wind.

A twinkling star, light-years away,
space between us, night and day
a single thought out of place
In silence, an echo of a beating heartache,

Once in my hopes, dreams, and prayers,
now gone with the weather,
even with passing days on the calendar,
apparently, what is gone is not lost forever.