Saturday, October 05, 2013

We Are

We Are

It was the craziest pact ever. So romantic.
In grade school, an English teacher taught the true meaning of the word.
At least in the literary sense.
The way things ought to be, not the way they are.

Meet me here one year from today, I said.
There was laughter in tears. A nod from you.
Kisses on your eyelids, salt on my tongue.
Fog wrapping you up as you walked away.

But I have never truly wandered far from this tree.
And tonight, three hundred and sixty-five sunsets later


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