a feeling that is not homesickness

a sojourner needs a thread

to trace back the steps she took

liberty

far from home

a different ocean but the water tastes the same

like melted lakeside sugar

late night drives from coast to coast

taking the long way

leaving for good

knowing the moments we lived for would stay in our bloodstreams

through the atmosphere

across time zones

in a soul that is shared by many

kept in bodies that ran away