Fractions from You

I didn’t know how to get back to the highway.
The others said I should follow them.

They ate their breakfasts slow.

The goodbye drawn out,
I wanted more of you.

Driving behind them,
Your song blasting.

When they checked their rearview, did they see my tears?
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.

Five days camp-mat
Two nights bed.

One sunrise conversation.
A bath.
Cups of tea.

657 Kilometers.

You sound closer in customary.
408.241 Miles.
I counted every fraction from you.

Six and a half hours

We took a lot of breaks.

—By Zoe M., 23, Australia