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In Winter.
I promised to be here all the days I wasn’t
You promised to try for me, for you.
But she’s in my ear, ghostly whispers of “just keep going”
And the other one, she’s holding my hand, too.
In Spring.
Sometimes you just need to pass them over
The love letters you wrote, often sent
What you must have, you’ve had
Delicate tastes and desires, wastes
They’ve made you mad.
Controlling the cortex
Brain freeze
Those hands, their grip on me.
I got full
On rosé
And rose-colored memories
A little girl runs, a medium girl sprints, and a grown girl
Now stopped.
And hazy skies
With tired eyes
I watch the airplanes, just upon arrival.
In Summer.
It wasn’t incurable, unstoppable -
This time, it was just peace;
Where I want to say
All the things,
By way of apology.
And I’d like to be
Step by step
Up, and up, and up
“Don’t forget us on the journey
To becoming you.”
Sober thoughts
Omniscient.
Falling forward, toward new land
Not free falling down a whole
To that wonderland -
It’s subjective, cruelly objective
Sometimes pensive, contemplative
Often persuasive -
In Fall.
And by letting go
In her current
I regain control in surrender
Because it's just the ghost of you
Not the soul of you
Because it’s loving a false god