the element of surprise
not at all what she thought it would be -
the handholding and vase collecting.
instead a pertinent question and the
questing
for an honest action amongst the blades of grass.
each curlicue of misplaced terror
and the longed-for scent of the missing piece
made me feel like you were coming back just in time for the solution
why was it that as we watched each other over the abandoned instruments
and hope stood in the way of the purpled bruise
i still reached out and pulled your head to my shoulder
and forever being such a long way off
and unthinkable in the current climate,
we still asked each other for the tokens that would let us
sleep.
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