Here We Are (Day 56)

So, here we are

—you, squinting into 

the sun. Can't be 

fixed, but it is 

hard that you would 

wander off, so far.

I'd just come up
for air, and known.
Of course, 

that was after 

we talked.
The heart I used to
listen with 

is broken, still

out for repair. 

Funny, how I believed 

I wasn't there, 

but somewhere borrowed, 

while I tried to
remember you 

would never leave.

(c) 2017, by Hannah