The sameness vast the sweet spot on the map
of me alone the plans we made
together gone an opaque white curtain
and you my future in a box to carry
where I go only snow empty and white
when I look forward only a shadow of light
hardly a glow and yet I know it does
I suppose that’s just the way it goes
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Original image: NairnBairn
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