on my way.

He said, “Tell me all of the places you have been.”

I thought of all of the empty caresses and lost roads.

Of heavy lifting and heartbreak.

Of screaming sore throats and exhaustion.

Of spiraling and loud noises.

Of love and lust,

And everything I traded for the other.

I thought of all of the healing.

I said, “I was on my way here.”