Arrival is a Myth

I've driven 20,000 mils in my car since June.

I have 8000 pictures in my phone and 400 are of you.

I've passed 16 borders, crossed 12 different time zones,

sent 87 texts that never went through.

I've heard 3,042 songs play on repeat,

counted 20 stars and gave each one your name. 

I slept in 19 motels, made 6 wrong turns trying to forget,

watched people walk by on 50 different streets.

Filled my tank 71 times, cried in traffic twice.

Wrote your name 9 times in fogged-up windows late at night.

The numbers don't matter, not really, not ever.

they just give shape to the silence, 

an edges-less attempt to measure