I see your whole life stretched out in front of me—
A wide, empty road;
Light glimmers,
Skips rock to rock
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The sun, golden
as she reaches to hide herself beneath the horizon;
“Don’t go,”
I yearn;
But the clock beckons,
And the sun knows best.
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I know, why- you are,
I know, how- you became;
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I know the feel of your hand patting mine-
know the sound of your laugh
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Breathe in, breathe out;
Thin air- crisp and full
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I want to stay here… want to go…
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The wind lashes at my face;
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I know the sting of you turning away,
I remember
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I know what it feels to chase the sun;
To beg her to be mine
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I see her only here and there,
Glint on gravel again—
Too swift to catch,
Too fleeting to hold,
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Too punishing to trust.
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I know what it feels to be
Abandoned here,
Pleading
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Sunlight fractured on my face;
Taunting me as
she pulls her lances
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Down into the ground;
Down past the earth;
Around to somewhere new—
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The sinking chill of a long, familiar winter.
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