Without You

The car winds through narrow dirt roads, you lose track at the third turn and only recover when the house appears at the other side of the hill. This little cottage where so much of your childhood unraveled, where they measured their heights along the door post and you thought the narrow strip of sand was an endless beach by the water's edge. You remember how warm the summers, how familiar the dialect, and the silence of the night makes your head buzz. You long to sleep the heavy sleep that only the countryside can produce, and you think all the worries, and all the questions, and all the unease of life will wash right out of you. 

There's a monotonous pounding in your head. 

You hope it'll break you at last. Prepare the ground for building something new.