the west coast

you almost made it
to California.
she was waiting for you
at Huntington beach,
come, come soon, bring
nothing, just you.
she was the sun,
she was the ocean, she
was everything
you heard in a song.
all you had to do was get there.
but you never made it.
the car broke down
ten miles outside of town.
you almost made
it to California,
it would have changed everything.
almost,
but in some dreams you did,
and have never left.