NINETTO PRESENTS WAY OFF THE HIGHWAY BY MARC VILLARD

How far did you go?

It was way off the highway, behind the hills, behind the train tracks, behind the windmill,

through the desert shrubs, behind the blue house with the broken fence, and behind the

fallen tree that smelled like a sleepless night, yearning and morning dew. Behind the night,

behind all her love and all my flaws, and that small wall that meant so much. Behind her

lies, through the river and behind hope. Behind the most wretched day, behind her

promises and behind the weeping willow. Behind every time I fell, behind the wildfires and

every time you called. Behind the winter and behind the tears, behind that time I didn’t say

that you were great. Behind my dirty clothes from yesterday. Behind this curve in your

lower back and the blood rush to my head. Behind Dawn. Behind the Airstream. Behind

the divine and faith and behind that day we lay on the cold tiles or maybe it was wooden

floor. Behind them. Behind my morning reflection in your mirror. Through the rain and

behind every time I would die for you. Behind every time I wanted to call and I didn’t.

Behind that day you looked like a whole burning summer and it killed me. Behind the palm

of your hand, way off the highway. Under your breath and beyond the hills, I can still feel

the taste off the back of my throat.

Everything here is peaceful beyond words.

@Marco.villard