Tagged: forward

at long last, we have

when happiness is

the past often curls

the past often curls
along otherwise
imperceptible edges –
come closer, here
is where we used
to be, and now
here, now
here
.
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November arrives,

November arrives,
already glancing over
his shoulders, past the

spot where we kissed, and again,
as we learn to move forward
.
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