walk with me a while
long enough to rattle out
a dagger or two from within
the ready sleeve
the one with the embroidered
heart.
talk to me of the miles
you walked alone
and how it was that we
strayed, and met again.
pretend for awkward moments
the time and distance was sewn up
with a stitch.
wonderful stranger
i recognized you from afar
but up close i see
the footsteps of crows
beside your eyes
and the ready trenches
that fold your grin.
are they fault lines
ready to betray calamity?
i will leave you tonight
hopefully a survivor
nostalgic and forgetful,
having buried again
something long ago dead
once upon a time.
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