Highway 86 is a lonely stretch of road that runs quietly across west Texas. To the south about 100 miles is an old oil town that used to be a water stop and a cattle shipping point on the Texas and Pacific Railway. To the north lies, well, nothing really.
Out here, the locals will tell you this is a place where it never rains. And although tonight there are really no rain clouds to speak of; looking out over the vacant west Texas horizon, it’s raining like mad.
Watching the sun disappear into the western skyline, I’m wondering if you ever think about me; if you can even think about me anymore…because the truth is I still think about you all the time.
Maybe someday we’ll get things right between us…
Sunset, Highway 86, somewhere in west Texas
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