For my summer love ( L )

I find a map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cool ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

You're words in my memory
Are like music to me
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off...