Two blocks closer.

Not much on a map,
    but maybe
    it _feels_ different

    in the grand scheme of things.

A new view,
    a fresh start,
    but the same sky

    stretching between here and there.

Last night,
   a movie,
   a distraction,
   a puzzle

   of faces and motives that wasn’t us.

Then words—
      ours—
      real ones,
      the kind that…
                    settle in

     long after screens go dark.

February makes the waiting easier.

Twenty days
    until…
          wheels lift,
          the map unfolds,

    until two blocks closer—
    becomes all the way there.