Angel,
If you want to meet your grandfather
get in a car and head out to the desert
put your hand out the window
and feel the air slide through your fingers
listen to the music pouring out the engine
watch the world disappear behind you
and where the highway ends and the road turns to dust
where the world shimmers and disappears
you’ll find him there
waiting
in every quiet breath.
Sitting in a cafe. Can’t cry in public. Captured completely from just a few verses in. Magnifcent piece
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