A poem by Josiah Findley Every day I think of you. And every single day I Imagine what we could go and see. I want to, yet we can’t. The distance travelled just to Have a 3-hour drive to wait I just don’t want to wait, And I try to remind you, that every drive I make to, Feels too long for I Because the drive just can’t Show the one I come to see Every drive excites me to see But it also makes me wait. The length says I can’t, But I want to be with you. The number of miles that I, cross for...