i was on the other side of the province

set to head home in the early morning

you were on the west coast

still drinking in the late evening

you called

i didn’t answer

straight to voicemail


three times

i turned the music off

still heading down highway 7

i pressed play

fireworks in the distance

your laughter

follow by your voice

retelling the night

as i drive by the last gas station

for the next 100km

the kisses you shared

how i’d be jealous

i shook my head

as the message went dead

onto the next

which only had you cursing

which cut out

to the next message

of you saying you missed us

the fireworks continued

the message ended

i turned the music back on

sped up along the highway

as the began to rise

over the horizon


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