100 miles to nowhere.

The song on the CD says it far better than I could ever imagine. I replay it like a hundred times, thinking of you with every press of replay. Little White (The name adorned to my truck) is pointed in no particular direction, every mile one step closer to you; another mile past yesterday.

“I can't wait for this long, hard day to be over.
So I can rest my head right here on your shoulder”

Poetic justice, seeing how it is just as I imagine. Friday nights giving way to Saturday mornings without the need for time, or day planners, or email. Dawn brings soft caresses mixed with admiration as I watch you sleep.

“I just want to lay here and hear you breathe,
listen to the rhythm of your heart beat,
and see where it leads.”

The splash of raindrops against Little Whites' windshield, become the only distraction to what has become a surreal dream. Do you exist only within the boundaries of my mind; alive for only me to see? Love has bitten me before, ravaged my soul empty, left it dead, and I fear this is the same. A particular accomplishment considering your existence is that only of a ghost.

“We're wide awake, and baby, I want to make you close your eyes,
and say my name like only you can say it, sit and hold me tight.
All I need is you and me alone tonight.
I wanna make you close your eyes.”

The song plays on as I close my eyes imagining you doing the same. A horn blasts. I decide to drive on my side of the two-lane highway for awhile. Not sure if its the song causing my heart to race, the dream, or the adrenaline of the oncoming headlights, I drive on. Maybe, it's all three.

“You can make me work for it girl if you want to.
Just leave a trail for me to follow you into the bedroom.
And if you need a little bit of help from me,
Babe, there's not a button I can't reach.”
Let's see where it leads.”

The band picks up pace, but nowhere near fast. The singer smooth but determined; perfect. I can feel his passion, as he describes mine. This is my song, the words a translation of the unexplainable. They head into the chorus again as I imagine that bedroom. Would you be seductively clad only in a white dress shirt? Right now, you are. I figure an imaginary woman can be dressed in anything I want. I choose this. While I am at it, you smell like spring.

“We're wide awake, and baby I want to make you close your eyes,
and say my name like only you can say it, sit and hold me tight.
All I need is you an me alone tonight.
I wanna make you close your eyes.
I wanna take you somewhere
out there,
'til the world fades out of sight.”

This is the moment of dreams, inspiration, the culmination of four minutes, as the band dies down. Now it is only the singer and me. He slows his delivery, as the band fades away. He wants me to know, to understand, to feel. For the hundredth time, I am but a captive audience to the sermon he speaks.

“We're wide awake, but girl, I wanna make you close your eyes.
Say my name like only you can say it, and just hold me tight
Just hold me tight.
All I need is you and me alone tonight
I just want to make you close your eyes”

I come to a literal tee in the road. I face two choices, East or West. My friend on the radio, now done crooning, awaits a replay as I mindlessly head East, figuring it is one mile closer to you.