2,459 Miles

Living two-thousand-four-hundred fifty-nine miles from home

When again that line from Eleanor Rigby cuts me to the bone

I’ve read “the Lord God said it is not good for man to be alone”

But you can leave me anytime

Some damage done, we left for London with the sun low in the sky

To let St. Edward fix us breakfast if not otherwise obliged

To drown in doubts the future needs us, if by chance it should arrive

You can leave me anytime

Eight sleepless days the scales of Libra weighed the stars to my design

I looked around inside and all I saw were unsympathetic eyes

I’ll tear my shirts and shatter windows, do my best to act surprised

If you leave me anytime

You can leave me anytime