Twelve Thousand Miles

Already counting down the days just forty ticks upon the wall, it cannot come too soon for us too many years have passed us by. Just forty ticks upon the wall twelve days to fill with memories, twelve nights of sleep we’d rather not twelve thousand miles of hopefulness. It cannot come too soon for us these shores are too familiar now, though gone the days of youthful romp we’ll soon be rolling back the years. Too many years have passed us by since last we packed our cases tight, three hundred hours of winter Sun just six more Fridays – and we’re gone. Written and Posted October 13th 2015 For ‘Shall we Retourne?’ contest Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi