No one believed we’d take our chance
and wind up here so soon riding out
our longing all evidence a passing cloud
can I redeem the part of me you left
beside a highway waist deep in prairie grasses
meaning to move not knowing how
while you sought peace in your empty space
growing translucent over time and
never again will we last so long and never —
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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