Tagged: unsure

on departures and

on the last day of

on the last day of
november, it’s near sixty
degrees fahrenheit,

autumn pauses its camouflage
unsure of which way to turn
.
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years later,

years later,
you are ready,
i am not –
and we realize
that only in moments
like these were
we ever going
to be certain
of each other
.
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the last time i dressed

the last time i dressed
up for you, we were
twenty-two
and unsure
of where we stood
with one another.
someone was playing
the piano on
stage, and, in the
dark, your
hand drifted
over. and then,
an entire
symphony.
only now
could we
recognize
the simplicity
.
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