I find myself getting lost wondering what geography means. At night I look up to the same moon as you and we both stand under the same stars. I could start driving today and I know the roads will eventually connect to you. Geography is a distance and I understand you’re so far away yet in my mind you just seem so close. I could be by your side in time for dinner; I’ll bring wine. I’ve got so much to say to you but really I just want to hear your voice and I run my fingers through your hair, your head in my lap. Distance, although measurable is conquerable. The car is running. I’m just going to start driving the those roads, each turn getting closer to you.