I don't know
when I started
taking the long way home
to listen to one more song
at 3 am
with my windows rolled
down.
And the sticky fall, summer,
winter, spring air hitting my hand.
But now
it feels
like I always do it.
Extra seconds of thinking
have become something
more normal
as if
sometime
in the last few years
I got stuck in my own head,
and I don't know when
or how
or why
but now I take the long way.
8/19/2015
Riley Welch
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