We sat and sounded beliefs
as the leaves chose to dance
with an almost panic
as if the chance wouldn’t come again
and the floor would be cleared
Clarity, for now, only coming
from this brittle winter light
that in high contrast picks out sad details
that murky days hide better
I will cry, I guess, tomorrow
or another day that would’ve been ours
the hours will let me know
I’m sure
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC
We sat and sounded beliefs
as the leaves chose to dance
with an almost panic
as if the chance wouldn’t come again
and the floor would be cleared
Clarity, for now, only coming
from this brittle winter light
that in high contrast picks out sad details
that murky days hide better
I will cry, I guess, tomorrow
or another day that would’ve been ours
the hours will let me know
I’m sure
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