A place I’m headed to – Week 33

There’s a place I’m headed to.

Bougainvilla and jasmine grow there,

in calm abundance.

Some orange trees,

and a rickety white fence.


The sea crashes gently in the distance,

a breeze floats by as I wait.

Under the orangest orange tree

is a stone bench that’s always warm

and quiet and just out of the sun.


I sit in the shadows there

and dip my toes in the sunshine,

look at the pictures you send me

from the windows you stop at,

when it all becomes too much.


I wait and wait, even when it seems

like you’ll never find your way

The oranges never run out, and

our memories are a movie

that runs late into the day.


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