the bare breath hushing breeze
the strong knees that say, "i don't feel less powerful"
the city fountain full of tears
the joy, the splash, the chilly shade
the way you walk away
the breeze that stays
the moon, a little more than half full, wanting
wanting
to tip
this is not the end
this is not it
the declaration of devotion
that we cast into the darkness
not aside, but wide, like tic-tac stars
the secrets we wish
that feel more possible than this
the way we bank on some other life
to live the love we couldn't
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