I'm feeling those 8,481 miles more than before.
I didn't fully recognize how much I'd miss you
until you had already gotten up and left.
I find myself relaying stories about
all the funny things you've done
I miss your undeniable eccentricity,
nobody can claim that they have a friend like you.
4:40pm Texas time, 3:40am on the "treeless dune of sand".
I wonder if you're sleeping or if you're sitting up, awake,
thinking about coming home or about how your birthday
is tomorrow and you have to spend it in a country that you hate.
But most of all, I wonder if you're safe.
Have there been close calls, or worse?
It dawns on me occasionally that I wouldn't know anything about,
well, let's not talk about that,
it's a possibility that I don't like to entertain for very long.
You have life to live, and I have things to tell you
only two more weeks, and please just come back home.