WISHING (with fingers in eyelids)


Walking out, a scorching white sky loomed above us
Our dreams hung suspended in heavy air
Morning sighs
And pillow hair
I allowed myself to drift and greet the black naked branches above

Thought I heard your voice through the blurred weeks
But sense never reached me
So I walk home alone
“Will it always be this way?” 
I ask my shoe
But it doesn’t know
I never do.



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