Saturday, April 11, 2015

Emma, 4/30

The eternity between us:
an interstate, the horizon
just out of reach; the possibility
we needed setting. All we could 
do was watch. I was never brave
enough: never bright enough
to know you the way light does.
I wonder what you thought of me:
coward or sunset, crook 
or ever-burning city. Lovable
in a way you could never learn,
a light that flickers in your hometown
while you write me from colorado.
While you miss me, I hope.

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