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  • Rosa Portillo

4,249 Miles

We were strolling

through life with maps

to guide our paths.

Every second seemed

like an hour

and no destination

was in sight.

You weren’t aware

at the time,

but the trail on your map

was leading you to me.

And when our paths would intersect,

we’d start cruising

through life like teenagers

driving on an empty highway.

We are nearing

a dead end.

Isn’t there another road

for us to take?

There is one,

but it’s taking you

4,249 miles away.

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