fifty miles further North tonight
across the bay, he could see the skyline
where were you? flipped through his mind
sometimes he wants to keep on driving
off into another dimension where you are
what good is a GPS without the address?
perhaps the stars were in his favor
meteor shower filled the night skies
if they can streak through her neighborhood
then why can’t he ride one into her heart?
there are no red telephone booths
here on the east coast of Whoville…