Miles Apart

Cold chairs spread out for me

Thankfully, I don’t miss her lips

 

Have some pride in seating

Enrooted there—dirty fingers

 

Already gone from here—

Parks and jealous-triggers—

 

From Meadow—

Hearts are broken,

 

Miles from her

But close enough;

I never took her hands

From my pockets.

 

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